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Woman on a blind date finds herself helpless in a dark situation
It was supposed to be a blind date. Definitely awkward, probably a waste of time, but hopefully not too bad. It wasn’t. I met him for dinner at his house. I was hesitant to go into his home alone, but my friend had told me he was a chef, so it made sense that he wanted to cook. I had driven, so I figured if he was strange, I could bolt. And I had told Amy where I was going, as a safety measure.
Halfway through dinner, he tried to kiss me. I turned away. His mood changed, quickly, and he grabbed my arm, hard. My heart jumped into my throat and I tasted fear. I pulled my arm away and tried to make for the door. He grabbed me again, roughly, and pinned me to the wall. “Please, let me go. I want to go. What do you want?” I cried, afraid, as he held me tightly.
“I want this,” he growled, as I felt his hand grab my pussy and squeeze it roughly. His fingers traveled behind my pussy to my ass and he dug his fingertips into it, “and this.” I clenched as hard as I could, trying to wrench away from him, but he pulled me closer, pressing all of his weight into me, his erection digging into me through my clothes.
He forced me to the ground, laughing as I tried to fight back. He straddled my chest and tied my wrists together, then flipped me to my stomach. One at a time, he caught each of my flailing legs, and tied them. “Try all you want, bitch. Cry, fight, beg…it turns me on. I’m going to fuck you. You think you’re a prissy bitch. Well, maybe you are. But I’m going to destroy both of your tight little holes and turn you into a sloppy, gaping bitch.”
“No, please…please stop,” I begged, whimpering.
“Stop? I haven’t gotten started yet. This ends with you full of my cum, whether you like it or not. Shut it, bitch. It’s going to be a long night for you.” He picked me up by my throat and dragged me across the floor, back to the bedroom. I squirmed and fought, trying to break free, but he was too strong. He picked me up and tossed my hog-tied body onto the dirty bed like a rag doll. I begged him to let me go and he struck me without warning, slapping me in the face. Stunned, I began to cry, but it had no effect on him, as he began to remove my clothes. Try as I might to stop him, before long my shirt and bra were pushed up to my neck and my jeans were around my ankles.
He smirked down at my tears, and slowly, trailed his fingers down from my tear-stained cheeks, along my jaw, over my neck, and down onto my left breast, circling my nipple. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. He chuckled and leaned down, staring at me as he took my nipple into his mouth. I shook my body, trying to break away, but the ties held firm. I closed my eyes and turned my face away from his humiliating stare as he laughed and licked both of my breasts. His face traveled lower, and I cringed as I felt him pull my panties down over my hips to my tied ankles. “Please…please don’t. Please…”
“Don’t do what? Don’t touch you? Don’t kiss you? Don’t fuck you? Beg, bitch. Beg me again, maybe I’ll stop. Maybe I’ll let you go.” His hands squeezed my thighs, trying to pry them open as I cried.
“Please! Please don’t do this. Please let me go.” His thumbs dug into my inner thighs and the sudden pain took me by surprise for just a second. That was all he needed to spread my knees wide, exposing everything I wanted to keep hidden. I tried to snap my knees closed, but he was already between them. I looked up at him in horror and begged, pleaded for him to stop. He didn’t. I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips. His face neared my pussy and my face turned crimson, the tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Look how tight this is. What a pretty pussy. It won’t be when I’m done with it. Shall I make you feel good, before I fuck you? Should I take your dignity from you? What sort of a slut lets herself get into this position? What sort of a slut lets herself get raped in all of her holes…and likes it? Could you live with that, I wonder? If I made you cum, knowing what I’m going to do to you? I’m going to hurt you for my pleasure. I bet it would fuck you up for life. You’d never be able to cum again without reliving what I’m going to do to you.”
“Please, please, no. Please!”
“I’m going to make you cum, knowing that as soon as you do, I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to rape your tight little pussy. I’m going to shove my fist in it, simply because I want to. I’m going to raw fuck your tight little ass. I’m going to hurt you and I’m going to like it. But I won’t fuck you until you cum. Don’t cum, little slut, and you can go. Easy as that.” With that, his tongue touched my clit, sliding down into my opening. He buried his face in me, sucking, and licking. I felt his fingers touch my opening, teasing me, and then he slid one into me. “Damn, that pussy is tight.”
My body began to respond, as his tongue attacked my clit, while he fingered me. I felt him start to work a second finger into me, stretching and twisting inside of my pussy. I willed myself to feel nothing, to not think about what he was doing to me. After a few minutes, he suddenly stopped and I let myself feel a brief moment of victory. I’d embarrassed him. Maybe he would honor his plan and let me go. “Hard to get, huh?” he smirked. He reached across me to the bedside table and pulled out a wand as long as his arm, and plugged it into the wall.
“No, no, no, please!” He put his mouth back onto my clit and roughly shoved two fingers back inside of me.
“That’s okay. I knew you liked it dirty.” He placed the want to my clit and flipped the switch. Intense vibration traveled through my clit and into my pussy as he began to force a third finger inside of me. The stretching feeling became more intense, mixed with the vibrator, and the sensation of pain and pleasure began to mix. Having made the third finger fit, he suddenly began to pump his fingers in and out of me roughly, cruelly twisting his fingers to stretch me even tighter. I cried out in pain and he laughed. “What kind of bitch could get off on this? What a little slut you are. Cum on my hand, bitch, so I can fuck you. Show me what a slut you are.” He pushed a fourth finger against my opening and I screamed in pain, to his delight. He pulled his fingers out of my aching pussy and I felt instant relief. I opened my eyes, instinctively, and my hopes crashed to the bed. He was coating his entire hand in lube. He really was going to try to put his entire fist inside me.
I stammered in fear, “Pl-please, please don’t hurt me. It won’t fit. I’ll tear.” He leaned back down to my hole and I bucked my hips with everything I had, trying one last time to escape. This man was going to cause irreparable damage to my pussy. No matter how hard I fought, I couldn’t gain leverage. He placed four fingertips against my pussy, using his other hand to spread my pussy lips out of his way. I clenched my pussy down against his fingers, trying to force him out of me, but the lube kept him moving, inching his hand further and further in, despite my efforts. As he began to slide them inside of me, he looked at me and said solemnly, “I am going to fit my entire fucking fist into your cunt, and I’m going to fuck you with it, because I want to. You don’t get a say anymore. This is my cunt now. And I want to fuck it with my fist. I suggest you relax your pussy muscles and let it happen, or you will tear.” The wand returned to my clit and he flipped the switch on, and I cried out, oversensitized with pain and vibration. Clenching my pussy made my clit press harder against the wand. My pussy began to respond, pleasure building from the unrelenting vibration, despite my best efforts.
I felt bony pressure against the outside of my pussy and realized he had all four fingers knuckle-deep in my pussy. The pressure began to build, painful and unrelenting, and a burning sensation started near the top of my pussy as he began to shove his thumb inside of me. The wand left my clit and his other arm braced against my hips, as he leaned all of his weight into his hand and I screamed as his fist was forced into me. “Take it, bitch. Can you feel that? That’s my whole fucking fist inside your cunt, you little whore. How did you let yourself get fist-fucked by a stranger? You wanted it, slut. Cum on it, bitch.”
The pain was so intense, I couldn’t think. All I could do was beg and scream for him to make the pain stop. The wand returned to my clit and increased speed. My entire body was writhing in pain, and his dick was hard through his pants. He began to pump is fist inside of me and my body couldn’t cope. The combination of intense pleasure and pain began to build into an orgasm. I fought it off as long as I could, but I didn’t stand a chance. The human body isn’t made to withstand so much sensation. “You’re about to cum like a good little slut. Because, deep down, you know you like being made a submissive bitch. As soon as you cum, I’m going to rape you in all of your holes. I’m going to destroy you. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Take that fist and cum on it, bitch. Accept that your body belongs to me now.” With horror, I felt the orgasm take hold, and I knew he could feel my pussy twitching around his invading hand. With a smug look of victory, I saw him through the cloud of my orgasm, destroying my pussy. He clenched his fist inside of me and wrenched it out of me, leaving my once tight little snatch a gaping hole. The pleasure was gone, replaced with pain. And I heard his voice cutting through my screams, “I win, bitch. Now, it’s my turn.”
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