What Happened....

What happened? You want to know what happened? Am I the one on trial here?

All right, I'll calm down. I'll tell you what happened. I know you what you think......

I was downstairs in the laundry room folding some blankets when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. And no, I didn't scream. I wanted to, but my throat locked up and all that came out was these little "acckkk accck" sounds. I couldn't move either. He, that man, he KNEW I'd react like that because he didn't bother to put a hand over my mouth, and he wasn't holding me that hard.

Did I struggle? I told you I was paralyzed at first. And then he spoke. His voice was deep, and he said just as cool as you please, "I'm gonna fuck you. You aint got no choice about it. If you be a good little slave, the only thing that's gonna hurt you is my cock. If you resist, in the slightest, I'll fuck you, and then cut off your nose, And then fuck you some more, and cut off your lips and...."

Please, I said, I'll do whatever you want. Don't cut me, don't please.

What? You still think I should have resisted? You didn't hear him. I can't describe the way he said it, but it sounded like the very voice of God passing judgment on me. I knew he meant every word. Hell, who would ever know I had been raped if I obeyed and never told. But if I resisted, when he got thru with me, babies would scream at the sight of me. I chose the lesser of two evils.

I'm glad you understand that now.

What I understood, when he turned me around was that I had been set up.

Somebody in my therapy group had decided they were going to "help" me I suppose, by having my fantasy become reality. Do I have to repeat it? For the record, Lord, yet another record! Alright I'll say it again.

Before any of this happened I used to love to imagine that I had been over powered by a man (or men) who were unknown to me. They forcibly fuck me, punishing my poor pussy with powerful painful strokes of their massive thick hard dicks, heedless of my cries and pleas for mercy. (Sometimes they also would fuck my ass, or force me to suck their dicks, but their primary focus was on my pussy.) Sometimes in those fantasies I was tied, or handcuffed or chained, but only as a means of restraint, or to make it easier for the man (or men) to have access to my pussy and/or ass, not as means to inflict pain. Just so they could get to me without being distracted by too much struggle.

There was never any violence (maybe a slap would have been okay), The man (men) would be big enough and mean-looking enough that only the threat of violence was sufficient to cow me, and make me a slave to their lust.

There was no beating, fisting, torture, or use of non-human items to penetrate my body.

In the fantasies I loved the idea of being stalked, walking into a room or my house and finding my attacker(s) waiting for me, climbing through my window, or acquiring me through the use of "date rape drugs"

And when I shared this fantasy with my therapy group, I had even given a description of the kind of man who filled my fantasies. You ever see some dumb movie were a nerd walks into a bar full of big mean looking truckers, or bikers, or factory workers? I liked the guys that struck terror in the hearts of nerds, and yuppies. I also have this thing about a man who is completely bald. A bald head would get me so hot..........

That's how I knew this was arranged. Here was the man I described to the group. 6'2, arms like tree trunks, bald as an egg! Looking at him in spite of the terror I could feel the juices start to flow in my pussy. It was weird, knowing I was about to be raped, my pussy punished painfully by this man's monstrous dick, and there's this voice in my head telling me here was a real man, a hard man who knew how to have sex. A man who knew how to get pleasure out of a woman whether she liked it or not. No fumbling or nervousness as he rips my dress and panties off me like they were tissue paper.

Grabbing my hips for grip he bent over me he eased his enormous monstrous dick into me until it was implanted firmly and totally in my cunt. And he did ease it into me, but it still hurt worse than anything I can imagine. I mean I never measured it but I swear it was as big around as my fist! Once it was in I somehow found that my back was on the table I had been using to fold my blankets on.

Anyway using my hips as grip handles he started to pound into me. I was frantic, I had never felt a cock like his before, he was only the third man to ever......he's thrusting forward with his pelvis and his body hits my clit as his cock seems to pulverize my insides. Every so often he pauses and half lifts me off the table, and plants a rough hard kiss on my lips, and then slam! Ram! I'm on my back, his cock seeming to glide all the way out, and then slam his steel hard cock is filling me to the brim. I don't know how long it want on for, I started to scream with pleasure and pain because they were all mixed up. And then I came!

Yes, I came. I never came from a cock fucking my pussy before. It was wonderful, I came like a volcano erupting, but he didn't stop. He just kept on thrusting his cock in me then grabbing me and lifting me up a little , and even greater waves of pleasure rolled through me and I felt weak. and I wanted to die. And I wanted to stay impaled on him, forever. And then suddenly he began thrusting into me at what seemed like an inhuman pace. He was thrusting into me even harder almost more painfully than he had at the beginning, and it felt like his cock expanded even bigger as he exploded into me. This sensation triggered another explosive orgasm in me and and it was all I could do to hold on to him, I didn't want him to leave me..... . He lifted me from the table, as his cock softened in me. "That was good? wasn't it?" but as my mouth opened to answer him his mouth was on mine, his tongue in my mouth. I was glad, because I didn't want to admit to myself, let alone him how good good it had been.

The man stepped away from me and pulled his pants up . I didn't know what to do as I stood there. I was shaking with fear and shame, and oh god! I was also shaking with desire.

Why was I ashamed? I felt like a slut then and I knew if anyone found out they'd say I was a slut. I'm not a slut. I don't want to be a slut. Funny, in a way you understand the desire but the shame.

He asked me, "What do you want? Tell me the truth, I'll know if you're lying. I'll hurt you bad if you lie." Suddenly there was this knife in ihs hand. His hand was at my throat, his face so close to mine that his breath felt like my breath.

I told him, I want to feel your naked body crushing mine. I want to get dressed and go home. I want you to use me for your pleasure. I want you to go away. I want to feel your beautiful precious prick to powerfully plow into my pussy. I want to die. I want to know who you are.

He smiled then. "You may not get dressed. I will not go away. I will feel your sweet body pressed under me, with nothing to separate us. I will use for my pleasure. You will have the pleasure of my prick not just plowing into your pretty pussy, but into your ass as well. I, I am your Saviour I am your man and you are my woman. You will call me Master. Do not speak my name until I tell you to. "

I was shaking even harder, as he put down the knife and wrapped his arms around me, crushing me tightly to his body. Thru the cloth of his pants I could feel him grow harder again. Then he flung me over is shoulder in a "fireman's carry", and took me from the building.

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He brought me eventually to this place, but you weren't here then. There was the kind of table-type bed you would find in a clinic examining room in the center of the room then. At one end, a pair of stainless stirrups were bolted to the table like those found in gynecologist's offices, far out from the table so that anyone putting their feet into them would find there ass and cunt an inch or two off the end of the table. leather straps were located on the stirrups designed to wrap around the ankles. The man laid me out on the and fastened my legs in the stirrups so that my legs were wide open. Then he moved around the table and pulled the my wrists above my head until they reached a pair of handcuffs that were attached to the other end of the table.

The man looked at me, and I was confused at what I saw in his face. He had a nasty, mean looking face, with his shaved head and heavy black beard he looked truly evil. But I saw no cruelty there. Lust, determination, but no cruelty. He smiled, as if reading my thoughts.

"I take little pleasure in causing a woman a pain, he said. "What I cause when my prick is having taking its isn't deliberate. If I could get the same pleasure fucking a tight ass or a tight pussy without pain, I would. But I can't. So you'll have to take it, maybe learn to enjoy it. You certainly have no choice as to what I do with your body! Say "Yes Master" if you understand.

Of course I said "Yes Master". I hadn't forgotten his earlier threat. I also believed what he just said.

He undressed completely, and the sight of his hard scared body made the walls of my pussy twitch with sweet anticipation and flood itself with juices. For the first time I got a good luck at his hard erect penis. It truly was huge and seemed to have a will of its own for it twitched, and visibly throbbed! I could not believe that something that big had actually been inside my pussy and would be again! I watched as he picked up a jar of petroleum jelly and run a thick layer on that huge shaft, before he moved to step between my legs.

As he began to run some the greasy stuffy just inside the cheeks of my ass. "you like anal sex, Slave?"

I told him that I had never had it, and then he actually looked a little regretful! "Then is going to hurt very much. But there is no escape for you. I want to fuck your ass, and I want to fuck it now! And so, I will!"

He placed his cockhead against my asshole and began to push

. "You are so tight, this isn't going to be easy for you at all! But it sure will feel good to me. And that my dear Slave is your purpose in life, to please me." I could feel his cock pushing hard into my ass, and now for the first time I was truly scared. This was going to hurt BAD!

He continued to push and I felt his cockhead burst thu my asshole and enter me, and just that little bit felt like red hot steel. I screamed and my body trembled with the pain of it. He grabbed my waist in both hands, and slowly forced the rest of his cock up my ass. It hurt so bad I couldn't even scream. My breath came in deep sobs that shook my whole body. He gained inches at a time, in one extremely slow thrust that took minutes but felt like hours to complete. I was in agony every second, being stretched painfully around his massive cock. Finally, he was in me up to his balls, his cock completely buried up in me. He stopped, "I know this hurts, Slave, but you're gonna learn to love this as much as I do before I'm done with you, I promise. " The pain eased a bit, as he just stood there his massive dick buried in me, throbbing, and twitching hotly in me. I began to think that it was over, that he was done . I continued to cry, my face wet with the tears. I felt him pull out, just as slowly, allowing a wave of relief to come over me. Oh so slowly he pulled out until all but the head of his cock had been removed... then he rammed the whole length back in, all at once! The scream that came out of me should have awakened the dead, but the just dug his fingers hard into my hips, and began to thrust into me wildly, pounding my poor ass with his big, hard cock, taking me in a brutal anal rape that knocked the wind out of me so that I could no longer make a sound. His fingers bruised my waist and hips as his grip on them locked tighter, pulling me onto his cock harder, and faster. The man thrust into me roughly for quite a while, slowing down when it was certain he was about to come, then he would speed up his thrusts into my ass over and over, until my tiny, abused hole became numb from the constant barrage of pain. The man plunged into me harder, and harder, until he could hold back no longer, and shot wad after wad of hot, boiling come up my helpless, abused ass.

Unlike when he raped my pussy there was absolutely no pleasure for me in that act at all. All I could feel was relief that it was over, and gratitude when he said that if I was good and obedient, that I would not be fucked in the ass again any more that day.

He unfastened the leather straps that held my legs and freed mu arms and then lifted me up so that my I was I was laying full prone on the table. "I'm so glad I was told about you", the man said. "I'm not sure I would have found you on my own, and that would have been a shame." his hand was gently rubbing my pussy, and tho it felt sooooo good, I wanted to move away. It was wrong to feel such pleasure from my captor. But something, I don't know what told me not to move.

"See, you already beginning to sense how I want you to behave! That's good. That's very good. Now stay still, don't move, don't even turn your head till I come back for you. The next phase of the fulfillment of your fantasies and my pleasure needs a tiny bit of preparation."

It seemed like he was gone a long time, I'm not sure because I dozed off. When I came to the man was standing between my legs, shaking his head sadly.

"I told you not to move, and you moved. You must be punished."

I opened my mouth to beg him not to hurt me, but he covered my mouth with his hand.

"Quiet Slave. You must be punished. You must be convinced that I am your Master, and you are my Slave. You exist only to please me. Now a disfigured woman is not a pleasing sight for I have in store for you , so you don't need to be afraid of that anymore. No, the punishment is unique!"

The whole time he was talking to be, he was rubbing my pussy inside and out with the more of the Vaseline. It was so strange, him talking of punishment as he stimulates my pussy. But just as I am about to come, he stops. "Get up, and follow me."

I'll be honest Slave. I really am glad for this opportunity to punish you. I'm truly going to enjoy this, almost as much as fucking you. Now come!"

I obey. He leads me down a dimly lit hallway till we reach a point where the wall is broken by one large one-way mirror and a steel door. We stop in front of the window. I look thru the window and see a large naked man with long matted hair and a filthy looking beard sitting in the middle of a padded room rapidly stroking a cock that is even bigger than the man's!

"That poor wretch is my brother Ollie. He used to be near genus till someone slipped a mega dose of acid in his drink one day. Now all he lives to do is to eat, sleep, and fuck as his mind is almost completely gone. And I do try to supply all his needs! Which isn't easy, since it seems that 13 inch cock of his is almost always hard.

So my dear Slave, you are going to be really be raped now. Your punishment is to be my brother's toy for a while."

With that he unlocked the door and quickly thrust me inside before I could react, and slammed the door shut behind me. Ollie was on his feet, grabbing at me and mumbling "pussy, fucky fucky fuck, pussy, pussy." over and over with this insane expression on his face For a large man he moved fast, and quickly caught me throwing down on the floor, and leapt on top of me.

He roughly parted my legs, and almost delicately placed his cockhead at my pussy's entrance. FUCKY FUCKY FUCK FUCK he shouted as he thrust suddenly forward. Thanks to the greasing the man had given me, my pussy was not torn to shreds as I was impaled by a dick the size of a policeman's baton!

Ollie was thrusting hard into me, stabbing and painfully impaling me with his massive cock with a ferocity that can't cannot be described, anymore than I can describe the agony I was in. He grunted and drooled like an animal, his salvia was falling on me in huge drops. "FUCKKK FUUUCCKKK" he would shout, his foul ordor fiiling my nostrils, and then pause as if he forgot what he was doing. I could feel his cock pulse radiating white-hot, as it seemed to expand and get even thicker as my pussy was cruely stretched. Then he would look down at me, say "Pussy! YUMM!!" And resume his brutal thrusting and pounding of my pussy. With each pounding plunge of his prick i felt the full weight of body hit my body battering and brusing me. It seemed I was being punished by his powerful prick beyond human endurance when he screamed, "OOOOOOEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee" and collapsed on top of me.

Then I heard the steel door open. The man pushed Ollie off me, and pulled me to my feet. "Wasn't that just awful? But my brother surely got what he needed from you!

Well, my dear Slave, every time you disobey me or displease me, no matter how small the offense, Ollie gets to have you. Every time, without exception. If you understand, say "Yes Master"

Shaking with revulsion, anger, and fear, I said, "Yes Master." and then I realized that I needed to say more, "I exist only to please you."

What was that? He told you I may refer to him as Master now? Are you sure? Okay, I understand.

I suddenly realized that my Master was dressed. I was totally naked with Ollie's cum running now my leg, but My Master was dressed. Somehow that filled shame, but the humiliation was just beginning. My Master told me to follow him, and led be further down the hall thru a another door and up some stairs. We walked thru an even narrow hallway past two doors, once which was marked "Slits" and the other "Men". My Master stopped in front of a third door, open and motioned for me to enter ahead of him.

I walked past my Master thru the door, into a what looked to be a bar full of the roughest, meanest, men I have ever imagined existed. They were all looking at me and cheering as My Master said, "And now my pretty little Slave your fulfillment and education truly begins."

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