I just went ahead and wrote a second part to this story. I didn't want to leave it there. So here, hope you guys like this one.
I woke up because I felt like I was being watched. I could have slept for a couple more hours perhaps, but the hairs on my arms were standing up. Call it intuition, call it whatever you want. But I knew he was there somewhere close by, watching me. The previous night came flooding back into my mind. I didn’t want to accept what had happened. I wanted to just tell myself it was all a dream. But I’ve never been a good liar; I can’t even lie to myself. So here I lay, still on this God forsaken slab of concrete. My arms are so fucking soar; it’s going to be a bitch to move them around when I finally get out of here.
But then reality started to set in. Am I going to get out of here? Enough is enough I’m not going keep pretending I’m still asleep like a fucking coward. I opened my eyes, and screamed, “Shit!” Andrew was leaning over me beside the table. He just smiled that cocky smile of his. “How did you sleep?” What does he think we can just carry on a fucking normal conversation after how he raped me last night?
He was frowning at me now, “Not going to talk? Okay.” He said it so nonchalantly it sent shivers up my spine. He walked slowly up to the top of the table where my head was and started untying my wrists. I winced as he pulled the rope off of them. They felt bruised and like there were scratches all over them. Once I was free I pulled my arms away from him and into my chest. It hurt so much to even move them because they had been in that position for at least 12 hours. He moved back around to the side of the table and just stared blankly at me. He was creeping me the fuck out! Why couldn’t he say something?
Then he pursed his lips like he had just made up his mind. He suddenly grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the table. I landed on my knees and screamed out in pain. He just continued to drag me away from the table. This would have been a relief if he hadn’t been dragging me towards the basement stairs. And then the real pain set in. He flipped me around so that he was still dragging me by my hair but it was my ass that was absorbing each hit as he dragged me up the steps. My ass would scrape up one step then hit the landing and scrape up the next step. This process repeated itself until we were at the top of the stairs and my ass was on fire.
He opened the door and dragged me threw the opening. And then he paused for a second, making another decision or just changing his mind I suppose. It didn’t fucking matter which, I was getting the hell out of here. I turned my head and bit him on the thigh through his sweat pants. He let out the loudest yell I’ve ever heard from him, and I knew that had been a mistake. He looked down at me and yelled, “What the fuck was that!?” I screamed up at him, “Let go of my fucking hair asshole!” And he did, but then he pulled me up from underneath my armpits and over his shoulder I went. He walked quickly down a dark hallway in his house and came to a stop right in front of the room where I lost my virginity to him. The same room he had also told me to leave and never come back because I was the worst fuck he had ever had. Only now I realized what a fucking liar he had been.
He walked over beside his bed and just let me fall to the ground beside it. For the second time I had the wind knocked out of me. I lay there trying to catch my breath as he crouched down beside me and pulled a pair of handcuffs from underneath the bed. I glared at him, “Don’t you fucking dare.” He smiled back in response. We both paused, neither ones gaze wavering from the other. Then he grabbed my ankle in one blindingly fast movement and dragged me towards him. I don’t think I’d ever get used to his strength. Once I was right underneath him he grabbed both my wrists and I screamed because they were still sore. He snapped the handcuff on my right wrist and then dragged me over to the foot of his bed. He put the cuff around the leg of the bed and then attached the other cuff to my left wrist. I wasn’t going anywhere.
He stood up appraising his work and smiled again. Then he walked out of the room. I was in shock; this seriously is not happening to me. I listened to his foot steps retreat into another room and then he came back 5 minutes later with a piece of toast and some orange juice. “You’ve got to be kidding me? Andrew this is fucking kidnapping! Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about what happened.” He just laughed and sat down cross legged beside me with the food still in his hands. He picked up the toast and brought it too my lips. I just stared. He set it back down and brought the cup of orange juice to my lips next. He was toying with me, and it was really starting to piss me off. Hasn’t he put me threw enough?
I wasn’t prepared for what he would next though. He threw the plate across the room and smashed the cup into little pieces on the ground. “Fuck Crystal! I’m trying to give you some fucking food because I’m going to be leaving for the day and I thought I would be nice and not let you starve. But you know what bitch? Fuck it.” Then he just stood there above me fuming. I spat at his feet and said, “Fuck you!” Another mistake; I think I should start a list. “Okay, if that’s what you want.” He grabbed the key out of his pocket and unlocked both the cuffs off my wrists. Once they were off he threw them across the room too and lifted me up off the ground in one swift movement. But I wasn’t in his arms long. He threw me onto his bed face first and pulled both my wrists behind my back. I got up onto my knees so that I could try to get away but he pushed me back down and now my ass was straight in the air, with my face buried in the silk sheets.
He paused for a while and took in the view. He let me just scream profanities at him into the bed. Then he let go of my wrists but used his weight to keep me down while he pulled down his sweat pants. He held onto my ass cheeks while he spit on my asshole and I froze completely. “Finally she shuts up,” he laughed.
He started squeezing and massaging my ass. It felt good but I wouldn’t ever let him know that I enjoyed any of the things he did to me. But then he started to rub his thumb in circles on my asshole. I was confused, what would he want with that? Then he started applying pressure and it started to hurt. I wasn’t silent anymore. “What the fuck are you doing? Get off of me! I’m sorry okay, I’ll take the food.” I yelled at him. “It’s a little late for that now Crystal.”
And then he pushed two fingers straight into my ass. “Fuck! Ow, shit stop! Andrew please!” Tears started to well up in the corners of my eyes. “Fine.” I heard him say and he pulled his fingers out of my ass. “But you’re going to do something else for me.” He said. “Fuck! Anything, just leave my ass alone!” The tears started to fall out now and my ass was burning. He reached over my back and grabbed my hair again and pulled me up against his chest. With his right hand he held onto my hair keeping my head up and with his left he started pinching and tweaking my nipple. I could feel is erection pressing into my ass cheeks. He turned me completely around and pulled me off of the bed. I hit the ground hard and started whimpering. He grabbed my hair again and pulled my face over to his cock. Now that I had a closer look at it I changed my mind. It had to be more like 11 inches.
I looked up at him with mock confusion. I knew what he wanted me to do; I just didn’t want to do it. “Open your mouth.” I just kept staring at him. “Crystal don’t play these fucking games with me damn it.” I didn’t react. So he slapped me across the face hard and when I opened my mouth to scream in pain he shoved his dick down my throat. I immediately started gagging and when I looked up at him he just smiled. He kept pushing his cock further down my throat, I couldn’t get any air and I thought I was going to black out again. Right when I couldn’t take anymore he pulled out. I gasped and sucked in a huge breath of air.
He bent down and took my face in his hands and started kissing me roughly. When I pushed him away he slapped me again and put his cock to my lips. This time he didn’t have to say a word. I just wanted this to be over with. I wanted him to leave me alone already. I opened my mouth wide and took his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t get it down any further then 6 inches without gagging and I would pull back again. He didn’t like that, so he grabbed my hair again and just started fucking my throat. The sound of my gagging and slurping sounds filled the room. I looked up at him and he had his head thrown back and he was quietly saying, “Ohh God, yes, yes shit. That’s it.” And then a strange feeling washed over me.
I liked that I was pleasing him. It made me feel good and made my pussy get instantly wet. How could I be enjoying His pleasure? Not even my own. I didn’t care. I just ignored it and kept sucking and taking in as much of him as I could. I had to get this over with and just make him cum already. I didn’t have to keep going on for long though. Soon he grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock all the way down my throat. It felt so full, I thought I would choke and throw up. Thank God I didn’t eat anything. And now he was fucking my throat in short little thrusts in and out and then he slammed it in to the hilt again and came down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it all. Once he finished he let me slide my mouth off of his cock. I went down on my hands and knees beneath him trying to catch my breath. He reached under and tilted my chin up with his hand and just looked me in the eyes. He slowly bent his head down and kissed my lips. I surprised myself by kissing him back. And then he stopped and I didn’t know what I had just done. What had just changed inside of me? All I knew is that I wanted to keep kissing him. And that was very, very wrong.
He smiled down at me affectionately, “Get up Crystal.” I obeyed him and stood in front of him staring up into his eyes. He grabbed my hand and led me to the master bathroom in his room. He flipped the light switch and gestured for me to enter. I don’t know why I was doing everything he told me to now. It felt right and wrong at the same time. I walked into the bathroom and he handed me a towel off the rack and then leaned in close to me to say “Take a shower. Clean your self up for me tonight, and then rest. You’re going to need it.” He laughed then, and I was suddenly afraid.
He started to walk out when he turned and said “Oh and Crystal don’t bother trying to get out. I had metal bars installed outside of the windows. And I’ll be locking my bedroom door. There’s no way out. And there’s no one to hear you yell.” He said it all so calmly like it was just business, nothing personal. And then he smiled at me one last time before he left the room and locked the door behind him. I just stood there. What else could I do? After I don’t know how long, my muscles finally allowed me to move. But it was all so mechanical. I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I just stepped into the shower and let the hot water relax my tired body. I stood there without moving as silent tears fell down my cheeks.
This was my new life. I’d learn to accept that sooner or later.