Force Me
Chapter 1

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Rape, Heterosexual, Fiction, BDSM, MaleDom, Rough, Interracial, Caution,

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Why, oh why, do I have this desire to be humiliated and degraded. I guess it haunts back to my childhood.

He looked at the posted letter on the erotic web site. He felt his cock rise as he read it over and over again.

26 y.o. woman seeks rapist. I am 5'4", 36b-25-35, 110 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes. I am looking for a strong man to use and abuse me. I will fight you with all my might as you rip the clothes from my body and take me like the slut that I am. If you think you are strong enough to overcome me, e-mail me at

He had always wanted to rape every woman he had met. Only the fear of being caught kept his passions in check. But here was a woman who was actually ASKING to be raped.

"Ah, shit," he mumbled aloud. "It probably isn't even a real woman. Its probably some fag fooling around." Still...

He opened his e-mail and entered the e-mail address. There was one way to find out for sure.

Hello, Slut, he wrote. My name is Eric the terrible. I am 5'9", 155lbs.and I am more than man enough to take you with no mercy whatsoever. Personally, I think you're full of shit, but if you aren't and really have the guts to go through with it, call me at (816) 546-1829.

He pressed send and went to bed. That was probably a wasted effort, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

I read the e-mail. Now what? When I had posted the notice, I didn't really think anyone would respond. Before I would want to do anything, I had to learn a little more about the guy. After all, what I wanted was to be forced and raped – not killed. Well, I had his telephone number, it was a place to start.

I went on and used the reverse directory to get his name and address and paid the extra money to see if he had a criminal record. He didn't. I continued to search and by the time I was through, I knew where he worked, where he had went to school, his social security number, and martial status.

He was divorced so I called his ex-wife. I told her that I had met him at work and he had asked me out. He seemed a little rough to me and I was wondering if she could tell me something about him before I accepted. She told me that they had parted as friends and that basically he was a nice, decent man. He needed someone who would be devoted to him, but unfortunately, she wasn't the one. She even admitted that she was the one who had strayed and had met the man of her dreams. When that happened she hadn't even thought twice about divorcing him.

It was late Friday night when I hung up the telephone. I sat down in my easy chair and thought about it. Did I really have the guts to go through with it? I had fanaticized about it for a long time. I wanted a man's man who saw something he wanted and just took it. But now that the possibility was at hand, I wasn't sure.

I flipped on the television to a mindless mystery, but my mind wasn't really on the show. Eventually, I fell asleep in my easy chair without even turning off the TV.

When I awoke Saturday morning, my mind was made up. I went upstairs and took a long hot shower. Finished, I threw on a summer robe and went back downstairs. I sat down in my easy chair and picked up the phone. My fingers were trembling as I dialed the number.

"Hello," he had a very deep voice.

"Hi," I said. I knew my voice was shaky. But I was also excited. I could feel the juices flowing between my legs. "Is this Eric the terrible?"

There was a long silence at the other end of the line. Finally, he replied, "Who wants to know?"

"My name is Sue Adamson," I answered, "and I believe you sent me an e-mail in response to my posting on"

"Oh, so it's you, slut. I didn't think you'd have the guts to call me."

I was beginning to get a little irritated. "Well, I did, so what are you going to do about it?"

"Maybe a lot," he snarled. "Maybe nothing. Send me a picture and then call me back and I'll let you know." He hung up.

I was a little put off. Who the hell did he think he was hanging up on me like that? And what the hell did he care what I looked like? He was going to get his rocks off anyway, wasn't he? Then it dawned on me that he was being exactly what I had asked for – dominating.

Obediently, I went to my computer to send the picture. I debated for a long time about which picture to send him. I finally sent him two. In one I was nude, but the lighting was such that you couldn't really see much and the other was me standing on the beach in my bikini.

I waited an hour to be sure he had time to get the pictures. While I waited, I began to think about what I was about to do. I was scared ... I mean really scared, but I was excited at the same time. My hand slid to the wetness between my legs. I came almost immediately and it was one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced. I looked at the clock. Had it really only been fifteen minutes? I started again. It took a little longer this time, but WOW. God was I ever excited.

Finally, the big hand on the clock indicated it was time. I picked up the phone and pressed redial. I let it ring five times. I was just about ready to think that he had decided he wasn't interested when he picked up the phone.


I was shaking all over. "Did ... did you like the pictures?" My voice was trembling.

"You'll do," he said harshly. "Meet me at Mike's restaurant at 11:00. Sit in the booth in the north west corner and wait for me. Don't be late. Oh, and bring an extra set of clothes in a brown paper bag." He hung up.

It was only 9:00. That gave me two hours to get ready. I took another quick shower, douched, and walked to the bedroom to get dressed. For some reason, now that the moment was almost at hand, I was extremely calm. I chose a plain black skirt with a wide belt and a thin pink blouse that would allow my bra to show through. I sat down at the vanity, fixed my hair and applied my makeup.

I picked up a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved blouse. I suspected that I might have some bruises on my arms when I returned. The blouse would hide that. I went downstairs to the kitchen and put the clothes in a brown "Piggly Wiggly" bag.

It was 10:30. After I locked the door, the calmness that I had felt left me. My legs were suddenly so shaky and weak that I wasn't sure that I could even make it to the car.

I arrived in front of Mike's Restaurant at ten minutes to eleven. I sat there for a couple of minutes, steeling myself. I almost chickened out, even reinserting the key in the ignition to leave. (Later, I would wish that I had.)

I walked into the restaurant around five minutes early and took the booth that he had described. When the waitress came to the table I told her that I was waiting for someone and just to bring me a cup of coffee.

I had finished the coffee and was just about to decide he wasn't coming when a man walked through the door. He was tall (About 5'9" to my 5'4"). He had coal black hair that was neatly styled and a well trimmed short black beard. He looked like every bit the business man that I knew he was. He was wearing black jeans and a black shirt. Sticking out of the shirt pocket was a sheet of paper.

He walked directly to my booth and sat down opposite me. "Hello slut," he said softly. He smiled and he didn't look the least bit scary. (I would learn later that that was deceptive.)

"Hello," I replied shakily.

He pulled the sheet of paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to me. "Read it and sign it or don't," he growled.

I opened the paper and started to read,

"I, Susan Adamson, do hereby agree that I will permit Eric Benson to use, abuse and rape me as he sees fit between now and 5:00 p.m. on Sunday. I further agree that I will take no legal action for the abuse perpetrated upon me by the said Eric Benson.

In return he agrees that he will do nothing to permanently damage me physically and may only disfigure me slightly with no such disfigurement being higher than the arm pits. Such disfigurement must be such that it will fade to be barely noticeable over a period of less than one year.

I freely enter into this agreement with no outside force whatsoever.

Susan Adamson



The document scared me. I was agreeing basically to let this man do whatever he wanted, hurt me with no thought whatsoever for my feelings. On the other hand, I knew that if I didn't sign it he would leave and that would be the end of it. I had to know more.

"This disfigurement, what do you intend to do that you needed to include that in the document?"

"I will give you one little hint. Among other things, I intend to pierce your nipples. Anything else, I leave to your imagination. Now, no more questions. Either sign it or don't."

My hands were shaking and my heart felt like it was in my throat. Nevertheless, I picked up the pen he had laid on the table and signed the document.

"Come with me and bring your bag," he said.

I followed him like a meek little puppy as he led me to his car. He opened the door and held it for me. As I got in, the short skirt I was wearing rode up exposing a lot of my thighs. I saw him staring and I could feel myself getting red with embarrassment. He grinned and shut the door. I thought to myself how silly it was that I should be embarrassed since he was going to see all of me in just a short while.

He got into the car and drove out of the city and into the country side on highway sixteen. A few miles down the road he turned into a long driveway that led up to a farmhouse. This surprise me since I knew that he lived in a condo in the city.

"Is this where you live?" I asked timidly.

"Not actually. My grandparents died and left me this place a few months ago. I expect that you'll probably be screaming and making a lot of noise so I figured that this was a better place to give you your fantasy."

He pulled up into the front yard. "Come along," he said getting out of the car never offering to open my door for me. I followed along behind him carrying my bag. I had a sick feeling in my stomach like I was being led to my doom.

He unlocked the door and held it open for me to step inside. I walked into the darkened room a little ways. He closed the door and I heard the click as he locked it. Now we were in total darkness. I turned back the way we had came.

Suddenly, I felt a fist drive hard into my stomach. I let out an "OOF" as I bent over with the pain. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the floor. I managed to take most of the weight on my forearms, but my nose hit the floor hard enough that I could feel blood flowing from it.

I felt the full weight of his body land on top of me. "You little cunt," he snarled. "Now your really going to get it." He turned me over and I could feel him tearing at my blouse. It shattered in his hands.

I was paralyzed with fear. "No, please don't," I begged. "I've changed my mind. I don't want this."

"Tough shit bitch," he barked. "You don't have a say in the matter."

Suddenly he was gone. I heard a click and the lights came on. He was standing over me and it was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. His whole face was a mask of lust and hatred. I was no longer a woman he had made a deal with, but a victim that he was going to make pay for all that his wife had put him through. I realized then that I was in real trouble.

I rolled back and tried to kick him in the nuts, but he turned his body and I just got him on the outside of the thigh. It must have hurt because I saw him flinch. I started kicking with both feet as hard and fast as I could. He quickly jumped out of range. I got to my feet.

Standing there with the tattered remnants of my blouse hanging around my shoulders and my bra skewed around so that one of my tits was showing. I wondered what to do next. I had had some self-defense training, but my mind was a jumble. I couldn't think.

He circled me like a giant bear stalking his prey. He jumped and tackled me around the waist. I tried to hit him as he came in but it was like hitting against a brick wall. I went down hard, the wind knocked out of me.

Now he was straddling my waist with his knees leaning against my hands holding them to the floor. I struggled helplessly as he pulled at my bra trying desperately to pull it from my body. Finally, I felt the hooks in the back give way and it came loosely away from my chest. He grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed as hard as he could. He twisted. It felt like he was going to tear them right off of me. I screamed and screamed.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled the bra straps down from my shoulders and used my own bra to tie my hands behind me. He slid down to my calves and reached for the zipper on the back of my skirt and yanked it down. He gripped it with both hands and pulled until the button at the top popped and then the material split right down the middle. He threw it to one side and I was naked before him except for my panties and socks.

I sensed rather than saw him as he removed his shirt. He jumped up, pushed my legs apart and kicked me hard right on my pussy. I screamed and doubled up in pain, writhing on the floor. By the time I had managed to calm down a little and straighten up, he had removed his pants and underwear. I looked up at him and my eyes widened in terror. His already erect cock was at least nine inches long and probably three inches around. I wasn't very big or deep down there. This thing would never, ever fit.

He fell on top of me again and made short work of ripping my panties to shreds. My last line of defense was gone. I was naked before him.

He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and centered himself against me. My fear and terror had kept me dry. There would be no lubrication to ease the way.

He pushed a little and I felt his cock head begin to spread me open.


He lunged forward and buried himself inside me to the hilt.



He didn't even give me time to try to adjust to his huge size. He immediately began pumping in and out of me as fast as his hips would move.


Because of my dryness it was like somebody was ramming a huge roll of sandpaper in and out of me. I felt myself begin to lubricate a little in self-defense.

All the time he was raping me he continued to yell. My screams turned to whimpers as my body shut down against the pain and I could make out what he was saying. I had been screaming too loud before to hear.


He stiffened and I felt his cock twitching inside me. I knew he was pouring his scum inside me. All I could think was, "Its over. Thank God its over."

I couldn't have been more wrong.

He stood up and looked down at the helpless woman before him. She was a mess. There was blood running from her nose. Tears were running down her face. Her breasts were red and bruised. He could see dark bruises forming around each of them in the perfect shape of his hand where he had gripped them trying to make her hurt as much as possible. Her pussy looked red and sore. His cum was leaking out between the bruised lips.

God, he had actually done it. He had actually raped a woman with no regard whatsoever for her feelings. It had felt so good forcing himself into her unwilling body. It didn't matter that she had asked him to do it. He was sure that she probably regretted that now. The best part was that she was his to use for another whole day.

He reached down, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He looked deeply into her terror filled eyes. "You're mine now," he snarled. "By the time you get out of here ... IF you get out of here ... you're going to be nothing but one mass of worthless pain. You're nothing but a whore and a useless piece of shit."

"Go to hell, motherfucker" she said weakly. She spat in his face.

He lost it. He stepped back in hit her hard right on her foul mouth. She went down. With her hands tied behind her there was no way to break her fall. She landed hard on her side.

He reached down, grabbed a tit in each hand and pulled her to her feet.

"STOPPPPPPP," she screamed. "PLLLLLLLLLLEASSE STOPPP." She slumped forward and he realized she had passed out.

He scooped her up in his strong hands and carried her to the bedroom. He tied her face down and spread eagled on the bed.

He sat down in and easy chair and waited for her to wake up. He lazily stroked his hard cock. His hand moved faster and faster. He was close, so close. Suddenly, he stopped. He wasn't some sixteen year old boy that need to jack off. He had a real woman to use.

She groaned and he realized she was coming around.

When I started to come around, I immediately wanted to go into the blackness that had protected me from the pain. But there was nothing I could do. I was awake and that was that.

I lay perfectly still, trying to postpone whatever else it was that he was going to do to me. I tried to access the damage so far. I had a fat lip from where he had hit me in the mouth. The muscle in my abdomen ached from having been punched in the stomach. My pussy was raw and sore and my tits ... my poor tits felt like nothing but two big globs of pain.

Still, I felt juices beginning to form between my pussy lips. Was it possible that I was getting off on this? It was nothing like I had dreamed it would be and yet there was no denying that I was starting to become aroused. I tried to move my arms and discovered that they were tied apart. I discovered that my legs, too, were tied apart when I tried to move them. There was apparently a pillow or something similar tucked beneath my groin. I wondered idly what its purpose was and then it dawned on me. The pillow caused my butt to be raised up in the air. Oh, no. It couldn't be. He couldn't possibly be planning on using me back there ... could he? It would be to painful. I had never, ever, had anything up there other than a small enema nozzle when I was a child.

I know knew what was coming. And yet, unbelievably, my pussy started leaking its juices even more copiously.

I heard a noise and turned my head to the right. He was sitting in a chair watching me. His erection looked even bigger than I remembered. "Welcome back," he said pleasantly. "I've been waiting for you to wake up. Wouldn't want you to be asleep when I fuck your ass."

"No," I begged. "Please ... not back there. I'm so small and your so big. I've never done anything like that. Take my pussy again instead." I realized there was nothing I could do to stop him. I was helpless. In spite of all the pain I was in, the thought sent a shiver of pleasure throughout my entire body.

He grinned. "Well, I'd say you're not being very cooperative. Here I offer to take your anal cherry and you don't seem to be happy about it. I think that now you should beg me to take your asshole."

Tears were running down my face now. "Please," I sobbed. "I made a mistake. I should never have came. Just let me go now and we'll forget the whole thing."

He stood up. "I can see that your going to need some persuasion." He turned and walked from the room.

When he came back my eyes went wide. He was carrying a six foot bullwhip and a paddle that must have been about three feet long and seven inches wide. It had wicked looking holes drilled at varying places along it's length.

"Now," he said firmly. "Are you going to beg me to fuck you in the ass?"

I looked fearfully at the whip and paddle. But I couldn't do what he asked. I couldn't stop him. He could take me in this unnatural way, but I would never beg him to do it.

He stood looking down at her. She looked so good tied down to the bed with her ass in the air that he almost said the hell with it, he would just take her. But no, he had other plans. He wanted to break her spirit. Make her his slave who would always come crawling back to him.

"I'll ask you one more time," he barked. "Are you going to beg me to fuck you in the ass?" She scrunched up her face, closed her eyes and shook her head.

He laid down the paddle and trailed the whip out behind him on the floor. "Okay, you brought this on yourself." He brought the whip against her upturned bottom with all his might.

There was a crack as the whip met her defenseless flesh. A moment of silence while the pain registered in her brain an then the scream. The ungodly scream. She screamed so loud that he wondered if his neighbors two miles down the road could hear her. It was music to his ears.

He picked up the paddle and brought it down right against the quickly forming welt on her right cheek. He repeated It on her left cheek. The bruising began almost immediately. The scream continued.



He waited until her screams tapered off to violent sob and finally a whimper.

"You said I could take your ass, but you didn't beg me. Just saying I can do it isn't good enough." He brought the paddle down against her right thigh. Not really hard, but enough to remind her of what was in store if she didn't do as he said.


"That's better," he said calmly.

I felt him crawl on the bed between my wide spread legs. I yelled out as he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. The stretching of the welts there was unbelievably painful.

I felt his knob press against my tiny puckered hole. He wiggled it around a bit and pressed just enough to partially enter me. Actually, it felt kind of good, I thought. Then he lunged forward and I saw stars.


I screamed and screamed. The pain was incredible. And then something unexpected happened. The pain lessened and it began to feel good. I couldn't help myself. I began to grind back against him as much as I could. I moaned and I heard him laugh.

"Oh no, girl," he said. "We can't have you enjoying yourself now can we. Rape is supposed to be painful, not enjoyable." He gripped my ass cheeks rubbing against the welts left by the whip and paddle. There was a large amount of pain, but through it all I kept orgasming over and over again. I couldn't stop myself.

Finally, I felt him stiffen above me and I knew that he was spurting his scum into my bowels. Just the thought of it sent me into a final gut wrenching orgasm. Then he collapsed on top of me, his quickly softening cock still in my ass.

When he finally caught his breath, he rolled off of me and lay on his back. There was barely room on the large bed for him as I was still tied firmly in the middle of it. When he spoke, it was softly without any hint of the anger that had filled him with so much hate. "You have no idea how much I am enjoying this. I've never had such intense orgasms before." I knew what he meant. It had taken a while and I had experienced a lot of pain to get there, but when I finally came it was the most earth shattering orgasm I had ever had.

He continued. "I'm tempted to let you go right now, but we still have another full day in the contract." The contract. The damned contract. I had forgotten about it. Yes, I had enjoyed it up until now, but I wasn't sure just how much more pain I could take and still keep my sanity. I barely heard him as he rambled on.

"There's a lot more I want to do. Things I've always wanted to do to a woman, but was afraid to because I knew I probably would get caught. Then you came along..." He sat up on the edge of the bed. Well, time to get ready to sleep.

He went to a dresser and came back with a bottle of lotion of some sort. He kneeled on the bed and began to rub it into badly bruised and hurting bottom. The lotion and his hands on my bottom felt good. It was gentle and very erotic.

He untied me and told me to stand up. He went to the dresser and returned with a long nightgown. Now that I was untied, I thought about trying to run but knew I would never make it. I was too weak from what I had just experienced. He held out the nightgown. "Put this on," he said quietly. I wondered about it, but didn't argue. I lifted my arms and held it over my head. The nylon felt good as it slid over my bruised tits and sore ass.

He took me to the bathroom. I hadn't realized how badly I had to go. Somehow it was more embarrassing with him watching me than it had been when I was completely naked and being used by him. I mean, for me, defecating and urinating are very private things.

He took me back to the bedroom and retied me in the bed. He was very careful to leave me enough room to move around, but not enough that I could escape. He leaned over and kissed me gently on the forehead. "Sweet dreams," he said quietly. He turned out the lights and closed the door. Blackness engulfed me.

I lay there for a long time going over and over in my mind what had just happened. In ways, it was far worse and, at the same time, much better than it had been when my uncle George raped me at the age of fourteen. My uncle kept it up and eventually I came to enjoy it. It came to an abrupt end when he was killed in an automobile accident when I had just turned eighteen.

I wasn't sorry that he was gone, but his death left a longing in my groin that I just couldn't satisfy with my own hands. Eventually, I married a boy I had known in high school. We stayed together about two years. Then I couldn't take it anymore, his lovemaking was gentle and he worshipped the ground I walked on, but my psyche was too badly damaged to appreciate what he was doing. I missed the violence that had always been there when my uncle fucked me.

Eventually, I fell into an, at first, restless and then deep sleep.

He lay in bed in the next room. He was on his back with his hands behind his head. It had been a great day. For the first time ever, he was completely satisfied. He had known for a long time that there was a streak of violence in him. Until now, he had kept it under control. Now that he had unleashed it, he wondered if he could ever bring it back into check.

Oh well, tomorrow was still a day that he didn't have to control it. She had asked him to do it. He still couldn't quite understand that. Was she enjoying it? He hoped so.

When he awoke the next morning, he threw on a robe, used the bathroom and then went to her room. He turned on the light. She was lying on her side ... still asleep. "Wake up, sleepyhead," he said loudly.

"Just let me sleep another hour, Uncle George," she said sleepily. He wondered who Uncle George was. Well it didn't really matter.

"I said, wake up and I mean NOW." There was no violence in his voice but enough irritation to pierce her consciousness.

She opened her eyes.

At first I didn't know where I was. Then it all came back to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was standing there in a bathrobe with his hands in the pockets. He didn't look at all like the man who had used me so brutally yesterday. I stretched my back and arms as far as my bonds would let me. I yawned widely. I slowly went over in my mind all the pains that still owned my body. Everything had reduced itself to a dull ache. Even the pain in my tits wasn't as bad as it had been last night.

He broke into my thoughts. "What do you want for breakfast," he asked cheerily.

So he wanted to try the friendly act. Well, that was fine with me. "Oh, I don't know. What do you have?"

He told me and I selected steak, scrambled eggs, and home fries. I wondered if he was really capable of cooking that. I had no need to worry I learned later as he had done all the cooking when he was married.

He untied me and took me to the bathroom to clean up. He left me alone, but locked the door from the outside. Once alone I looked around. There were no windows. I figured that I might as well take a shower. It might help my aching muscles somewhat.

I turned on the water and stripped off the nightgown. Before I stepped in the shower, I happened to glance in the mirror above the sink. Shocked, I moved closer. I looked at my face. My upper lip was puffy where he had hit me in the face. My arms were bruised and my tits were almost totally black and blue. I turned and looked over my shoulder. There was an ugly red stripe where the whip had hit and two bright red spots from the paddle. Well, I thought, at least there's nothing that won't go away in time.

I stepped into the shower. The water felt good on my back. I turned and let the water run over my injured breasts. That, too, felt good. I picked up the soap and began to wash.

I was just pulling the nightgown back over my head when I heard the click of a key in the lock. The door opened and he was standing there still in his robe. "Oh, I see that you're done," he said. "Give me your hands."

I instinctively held out my hands. He quickly snapped on a pair of cuffs. The chain between them was about five inches long. He grabbed me by the hair and steered me toward the kitchen. He really didn't have to do that, I would have gone along willingly. But the fact that he forced me brought a distinct tingle between my legs. I realized that I was getting turned on by the fact that I didn't know for sure what would happen today. He had said that he was going to pierce my nipples. That would hurt like hell, but a friend of mine had rings through hers and I always thought they looked neat.

In the kitchen he steered me toward a chair and commanded me to sit. Then like a perfect gentleman, he pushed it in for me. Eating was a little bit difficult with the handcuffs in place, but I soon learned to handle it quite well.

When we were done eating, he had me wash the few dishes and pans that we had used. Actually, I washed and he dried. I thought to myself that it was all quite domestic. Was it possible that I was actually starting to like this guy?

With the chores done, he tied my hands behind my back again, grabbed me by the hair and led me to the bedroom. He shut the door, locked it, and turned on the light. He turned, looked at me and grinned evilly.

He undid the sash and dropped his robe to the bed. He pushed me backwards onto the bed.

He jumped at her and landed on top. She let out an "OOF" as the wind was knocked from her. He loved the feel of her body with the nylon covering of her nightgown.

He straddled her and ripped the gown to the waist. Her breasts had turned an ugly shade of purple from where he had abused them before. He could see the outline of his fingers where he had gripped them when he lifted her by them.

He reached for the rope and quickly bound her spread-eagled to the bed once again. He arose and left the room.

I laid there in anguish. Why, oh why hadn't I left when we were up earlier? I might not have been able to overpower him, but I at least should have tried.

I heard a noise and looked over at door. He walked through it carrying a tray with a variety of things on it. He set the tray on the night table beside the bed and cut the remainder of my nightgown away. I was now totally naked once again.

He sat down on the bed beside me and gently ran his fingers over my clit. My juices started flowing almost immediately. He kept it up and I went higher and higher. He used his other hand two run to fingers deep inside me and I screamed as I was overtaken by an earth shattering orgasm.

He stopped fingering my clit, but left the two fingers inside me. He sawed in and out a couple more times and then chuckled. "A little hot are we?" I just moaned in pleasure. "Well, I guess we'll have to see what you can do to cool you down a little."

He reached for the ice bucket that was on the tray and removed the lid. He reached in and removed what can best be described as an ice cock. It had a stick like a Popsicle™ and the part that would normally be flavored ice was just plain ice. I knew immediately what he had planned. "No, don't. Please don't," I begged him. He just remained quiet, spread the lips of my pussy and rammed the icy thing into me. It was like he had rammed a red hot poker into me. I could feel my juices icing up inside me.


He sawed it in and out a couple of times and then reached over to the tray again. He pulled of a piece of duct tape that he had already prepared with a small hole in it. He slipped the stick through the hole and taped the damned thing inside me. Worse, the tape went right over the top of my clit. I knew it was going to hurt like hell when he removed it. I struggled and moaned almost continuously. The pain went away somewhat, but the whole inside of my pussy was going numb.

He reached into the ice bucket again and removed a cube. He rubbed it over my left breast. It actually felt kind of good, easing the ache in my bruised flesh somewhat. I was ashamed that my nipple immediately became erect. My pussy had almost no feeling anymore but my tits didn't seem to know that. I began to get turned on in spite of my numb cunt. The pleasure wouldn't last long.

I watched in horror as he reached over to the tray and picked up a pair of needle nose pliers. He clamped them down hard on my erect nipple. Then I screamed. Oh God how I screamed. I had never felt such agonizing pain in my entire life. He pulled the nipple away from my body and I thought he was going to rip it all the way off.

From somewhere he produced a very large safety pin, it must have been from the tray, but I was in too much pain to notice. He centered the point right below the needle nose pliers and pushed it into my nipple. I continued to scream as the added pain started. I watched the point come out the other side and then I overloaded and passed out.

As I returned to the world of the living, the first thing I noticed was the pain in both breasts and then I felt something warm and hard entering me. I realized suddenly that he was fucking me. The ice cock and the stick were gone and then through all the pain the pleasure began. As he continued to saw in and out of me I went up and up – higher than I had ever been before in my entire life.

Then the orgasm hit and I screamed again. This time it was from a combination of both pleasure and pain. I realized then that this was what I had been born for – to bring pleasure to men and through that to myself. I felt him stiffen and I knew he was shooting his scum inside my overloaded cunt.

He climbed off, loosened the ropes and collapsed into the easy chair beside the bed. I curled up into a fetal ball and waited for the pain to turn into a dull ache. As the pain eased somewhat I realized that there were safety pins through both nipples. He must have inserted the other one while I was passed out. I was somehow grateful that he hadn't waited for me to come to so that I could feel the pain of that.

As I slowly uncurled, I noticed that he had laid my change of clothes on the bed beside me and realized that it was finally over. I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to get dressed. In the end he had to help me because I was just too shaky to accomplish it myself.

He became remarkably gentle. He supported me on his arm as we walked back outside to his car. As we left the lot I took one last look at what I considered to the house of pleasure and pain and hoped I would never return.

He drove me back to my car, opened the door and helped me get behind the wheel. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead. "If you ever want to be raped again, give me a call. You've got the number.," he said softly.

"Fat chance," I said bitterly. He closed my door and then he was gone.

Somehow I managed to make it back to my apartment and collapsed on the bed. I almost immediately fell asleep and slept the sleep of the dead.


Its been two months since the events I have just related. The bruises have faded to almost nothing and I feel remarkably well considering.

I slept for almost 24 hours before I finally woke up. It was two weeks before I could return to work. I left the safety pins in so that I could remember why I never wanted to return to that hellhole in the country.

Still, I masturbate almost daily remembering what occurred. I'm still not sure how I feel about what happened but I know that when my fingers are rubbing rapidly over my clit the orgasms are better than they have ever been before.

I came home from work today and collapsed into the easy chair in my living room. I noticed that Eric's number was still laying on the table beside my chair. I sat and thought for a few minutes and then picked up the phone and started to dial.

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