Forced to be Used. Part 2.
Introduction:
This is part two of Maddison’s story. At the end of a night out she was taken and used by a stranger. Now she wakes to find herself still at the mercy of her attacker.
‘What the fuck?’ She blurted out, as her hands were snagged down, unable to be shifted. Suddenly her grogginess was gone, as she strained her neck trying to see what was happening.
This room wasn’t hers. It was large and dimly lit, a small old fluorescent bulb flickering in the corner. No windows, but a set of stairs to the far right leading up. The room was mostly bare, other than some basic tools, a cupboard, desk and chair. And the bed she was on. Not just on, but tied down to.
‘What the hell?!’ She cried again, panic now rising in her voice. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps, only giving her enough room squirm. Her legs were tied too, one to each bed post. She was stripped bare other than her blouse, which barely covered to her upper thighs. No panties, no bra, no skirt.
Panic rose in her throat as she squirmed against her binds. Kicking her legs the small amount she could, jerking her wrists to try and slip free. Her fear consumer her, making her feel sick and her eyes wet.
‘Please! Please let me out!’ She cried, over and over, straining and thrashing on the bed. Soon her voice was breaking and her wrists and ankles rubbed raw. She’d screamed until her voice gave out, just in time someone to open the door to the stairs and step in.
Heavy footsteps down the stairs made her fall silent, other than soft sniffles. She was terrified. Who was this person? What were they going to do with her?
‘Hush now pet’ His deep gravely voice filled the room as he stepped closer. She remembered now, the alley, being thrown against the wall, stripped down and raped. Fear welled in her throat, making her stomach tighten and tears flow freely.
‘No, no not you!’ She cried out as he stepped out of the shadow, her voice croaky and shaken. His tall, hulking frame stood over her. She remembered his voice, the touch of his beard against the soft skin of her neck, his hands around her throat.
‘Now, that’s no way to greet your host’ He said lightly, almost like her fear was a joke to him. He now stood next to her on the bed, staring down at her with a smirk covering his face. A small bag that he held he placed on the floor, his eyes never leaving hers.
He wasted no time at all, his rough hands began to run up her leg, roaming to the inside of her thigh as he went. She squirmed at his touch, feeling vulnerable and exposed. From where he stood, slightly further back than her waist, she knew he could see under her blouse. Her skin prickled as his hand slid across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, nearing her sex.
She was still sore, bruised and hurt from his first attack. Was that last night? A a day ago? She had no way to tell how long she had been unconscious, the darkness of a cellar leaving no clues. All she knew was that her body still ached, and she still had his dried seed on her thighs.
‘Mm, remember this?’ He crooned almost sickly sweetly. His fingers prodded against her lips, still slightly puffy and sore.
‘Please don’t do this’ She begged, the fear clear in her voice as it wavered. ‘Please don’t hurt me’. She was already trembling at his touch, this man who had taken and abused her. Again she found herself vulnerable and trapped.
‘But we had so much fun last night, didn’t we my sweet?’ He smiled down at her, his grey speckled beard crinkling as he licked his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoying her. His fingers spread her soft pink lips and slid along her slit. His touch making her gasp out, how sensitive she still was.
‘I know you were begging for this. Dressing like that, walking alone in those streets at night.. you wanted this’. He spoke calmly and thoughtfully, disregarding her clear fear and discomfort as he explored her.
His fingers rubbed slowly across to her sensitive nub, circling around her clit. Madison bit her lip, trying to surpress her hurt, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Though she couldn’t stop her shakey breaths and trembling body.
His fingers circled her clit slowly, occassionally flicking directly across her nub. She couldn’t control the flicks and quivers her body made in response. And he seemed to feed off these small, helpless movements.
‘See? You know you want this’ He crooned again, now sitting down next to her waist on the bed. His free hand slid under her ass, pressing it up and cupping it. Lifting her hips slightly off the bed, he now had full view of her.
‘Please stop. Please let me go!’ She whined, tearful. Her legs trying to press together, unsuccessfully keeping him away. He didn’t even register her as he slid his fingers back to her slit, now slightly damp.
‘You’re going to learn to do what I tell you’ He said more firmly now, his lower hand pressing her ass up further. How small she was in comparison to him, raising her off the bed with little effort. His fingers pushed against her opening, sore and sensitive.
‘Please don’t p-please let me go’ She was crying now, unable to control her fear. He lifted his hand away from her, drawing them up to her face.
‘Wet them’ He said, meeting her tearful gaze. She refused, clamping her mouth shut, making her nose flare with her panic breathing. ‘WET. THEM’ He growled, a sneer forming on his face. Again she refused.
His other hand quickly slid out from beneath her, catching her off guard. Reaching up to her face again he clamped his hand over her nose.
‘Open, and suck my fingers you little slut. Bite me and I’ll hurt you’ She squirmed and struggled under his hand, refusing to breath until her head spun. But he didn’t relent, causing her to gasp for air. As she did so, his hand moved from her nose to her mouth, snatching it open by squeezing her jaw.
‘Suck on them’ He growled again, squeezing her face tightly. Showing her that he could and would hurt her. Two, three fingers slid into her mouth, wetting them with her tongue.
‘Good girl’. He was calm again, releasing her, though his hand only moved to rest around her throat. His wet fingers soon prodding against her tight hole, pushing gradually inside her.
‘Uh..’ She squeeked, feeling a pang of pain. He began to slide his fingers in and out, slowly picking up pace. Going deeper and faster, her tight sex gripping him. His free hand shuffling around in the bag he brought as he still worked her hole. A pink vibrator, with a bulbus knub on the end.
‘No! No please don’t! She cried out, realising what he intended to do. All he did was chuckle, and flick the switch on, bringing it over to her small bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped into her.
‘You’re going to cum like the whore you are’ He chuckled down at her, the smirk never leaving his face. He pressed the vibrator gently against the area around her clit, slowly moving in rhythm with his thrusting fingers.
‘N-no, no please don’t!’ She squealed out, feeling the undeniable pleasure coursing through her body already. She didn’t think she could resist, her body would betray her. She could feel her wetness, and the warmth of pleasure run through her sex. She felt humiliated, being forced to enjoy this abuse.
Soon he withdrew his fingers and began unbuckling his belt, quickly dragging his pants down. His thick, hard cock sprung free, resting against her inner thigh as the vibrator still worked around her clit. He was larger than any man she’d seen before, his cock throbbing and wet with precum.
‘No! Don’t do this!’ She cried out again, tears streaming down her face as her voice cracked. He ignored her, as he pressed his large red tip against her tight entrance. She was undeniably wet, she couldn’t stop her body from responding to him. He pressed firmly into her, groaning as he inched inside her hole. Her body ached and she whimpered beneath him, still raw from the night before.
‘Look how wet you are already. You little cockslut’ He sneered at her, pressing his hips against her. His thick cock stretching her as he began to pump his length in and out. His other hand still holding the vibrator to her clit, running in circles, making her body twitch and her juices to flow.
‘You gonna cum on your rapists cock huh? You dirty fucking whore’ He began panting, his hips grinding into hers. He slowly pushed his full length in and out of her, taking his time as he violated her body.
Madison sobbed and panted, tears running down her face as her body betrayed her. Her legs twitched and her stomach tightened as he kept the vibrator pressed against her clit.
‘You little slut. That’s what you are. Look how wet you are, wet for your rapist’ He growled, his hips now thrusting faster into her, pushing his full, thick length deep inside her tight cunt.
She could feel the ache between her legs growing, her breath quickening in undeniable lust for more. Tears still rolling down her cheeks, her sobs became more like pants. The vibrator working her closer and closer to climax. Her rapists cock filling her up, pumping into her again and again.
‘Uh uh oh oh’ She panted, eyes closed shut, too humiliated to look. She was so wet now she could hear it with every thrust of his cock. Her sex ached, both in pain and pleasure. She didn’t want to admit it, but her body was growing more and more aroused. Her wet juices slicking his cock, running down her slit and thighs to pool on the bed.
‘Cum on your rapists cock like the whore you are’. He growled down at at her. He pressed the vibrator directly onto her clit, driving her to the edge, whether she wanted to or not. His cock pumping into her, his hips now slamming against hers again and again. She couldn’t stop herself, her body couldn’t resist anymore.
‘Uh uh uh uhhg!’ She bit down on her lip, feeling her stomach tighten and legs quiver as her climax rushed over over. His thrusting driving her over the edge. Her cunt twitched and spasmed, squeezing his cock inside her. But he didn’t stop as she came over his cock, her juices leaking onto the bed. He continued to rape her hole, and kept the vibrator pressed against her clit.
‘You dirty little slut, cumming on your rapists cock like that’ He panted, she could hear the lust thick in his voice. Her body still twitching beneath him as his hips thrusted into her again and again, dragging out her climax. Her body ached, she was sore and humiliated. Her body forced and abused.
His thrusts were becoming more desperate and deep. Slamming his hips into her, his throbbing cock tight inside her. The sounds of her wetness and his groaning filling the room as he edged closer.
‘Look at me’ He growled down at her, as she lay there, still humiliated with eyes shut. ‘I want you to watch me as I breed your cunt’ He snarled, his hand dropping the vibrator and working to her throat. He squeezed her neck tight
‘Fucking look at me!’ He snarled again, pressing against her windpipe with his strong hand. She felt her chest tighten and her breathing begin to hurt, head throbbing. She knew she couldn’t beat him, her tearful eyes opening to look up at him, her stomach sick with fear and body aching.
A smirk spread across his face as he glared down at her. She could tell he was close, his breathing deep and laboured, his cock pumping quickly in and out of her. She tried to beg for him to stop, to not finish inside her, but his hand was tight around her throat, making her dizzy for air.
‘Ah uh I’m going to claim you’ He panted out, never breaking eye contact. Her tears stung her cheeks and blurred her vision as she sobbed beneath him. His hips slamming into hers over and over, making her whole body shudder.
‘Mmh I’m going to make you mine. You little fucking cockwhore’ He panted loudly. ‘I’m gonna pump you full of my seed. You’re going to be fucking mine!’ He groaned out, his climax consuming him. She felt his cock twitch and spasm as he moaned, shooting his cum deep inside her cunt.
Gradually his thrusts slowed down as he milked himself inside her tight little hole. She could feel his hot thick seed fill her and slowly drip out as pulled away. Trails of his white sticky mess quickly running down her slit, thighs and ass. His eyes never left her, sneering down at her as he withdrew his dripping wet length.
‘You belong to me now’.
