Dec 212009
 

“Please stop…”
The words were more of a whispered sob, catching in my throat.
“I need… I need… I … need you to stop..”
I continued trying to lift my head to make eye contact. If he looked into my eyes and saw me, really saw me… he might know.

His mouth attached securely to my nipple. He didn’t look as if he was going to let up anytime soon. The burning sensation of his teeth digging into the tender flesh sent shivers through my body. My back arched as I cried out. I felt the fingers of his  hand begin to roughly push past my panties. Three of them entered me. He  let go of my nipple to watch his own assault. I cried out and kicked, scooting myself upwards on the bed and away from him, causing him to loosen the grip his left hand had on my wrists. He grunted as his position was lost. I pushed with my shoulders and tried to roll backwards to get away. The door was 20 feet from us. I could make 20 feet.

“Back, now.” He was growling. He was upset. This was day three, day four? I was getting better at telling when he was really angry or just trying to intimidate me. He’d waited, but now he was more anxious.

He reached for me, but I rolled off the bed and hit hard on the floor. I rolled to my back and as soon as I saw him step one leg off the bed I kicked at him as hard as I could. I clipped him. He howled, cursed, and fell back onto the bed. This was my chance. I rolled over and crawled a few paces, scrambling to my feet before taking off towards the door. He had every lock latched, and just as I was reaching for the handle to fling open the door – I felt the weight of his body crush me into the door with a loud grunt. I felt all the air in my body leave me. The smell of him bombarded my nostrils as I sucked in and  prepared myself to be thrown back on the bed. Unfortunately, he decided he liked the position. I heard his zipper release.
“I’ll kill you.”
I began to really cry.

His hand encircled the back of my neck and pinned me against the door. I felt his cock hard against my ass. I was panicking. I began to scream and beat on the door with my hands. His  hand wrapped around my mouth and nose, cutting off my ability to breathe. I became still and quiet, very quickly. His chuckle was dark. He moved me over to a chair and bent me over, letting me have my air as his hands trailed over my back, to my ass. I sucked in and coughed, gasping and sobbing as he spread my legs farther apart and began pressing himself against me, trying to get in. I threw my head back and pleaded with him.
“Please! No!”
“It’s mine. I’ll do as I please, pet.”
I thought I screamed as he entered my ass, but there was no sound, just a horrified gasp. I was holding my breath. I had done this before, but never so violently,  never like this.
“Take it, girl”

His voice was so gruff, and his hands held tightly to my hips, slamming me back onto his awaiting cock. I felt myself get wet instantly, yet the pain in my ass was almost unbearable.

‘Please… it… hurts!’
“Shhh…. I know… It’s gonna hurt.”

Dec 012009
 

The room was cold and dark with the air conditioning unit providing a loud hum for background noise. It made for my own type of sensory deprivation. My hands were always cuffed  and occasionally, as I rolled over or squirmed, I hit myself in the head with the lock that latched them together. I would mentally curse  and then was thankful almost simultaneously. He didn’t wish for me to squirm against that which bound me, but my guess is, if I did, he wanted to make sure that I didn’t go anywhere.

When I rolled over or moved he would reach for my collared neck, my hair, or hip and roughly tug me back to him so that I never strayed far in the large bed…  always tucked under him, curled around him, or hips positioned so that he could lay over me. Whatever he liked. I needed him to pull me back and put me where he wanted me because it’s never comfortable to sleep alone for too long.

At times when I’d get hot and the sheets felt too restricting, I’d kick at them.  A swift, strong hand would still me. My body’s natural desire was for his touch and the need for it to overpower me. I wanted him to take me so badly.

His hand would wrap over my lips and my nose and cut off the air from my body.  I would struggle at first, but soon enough I would become still and tight against him. I surrendered. When I was close enough to him that his excitement could be felt, he would give me my air.

I do not remember sleeping. I remember drifting off, feeling completely safe, comfortable, and happy with my back arched and my throat exposed. I wanted him touching me…  all the most sensitive parts of me …..at his whim ….constantly and throughout the night. The more often he did it, his hands covering me, the more I yielded to him and the less I fought.

I was always going to be his.

He wasn’t giving me a choice.