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 Author: Backstory
Title: Yesterday Morning
Part: Chapter 16
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slaves
Summary: Lynn can't sleep the evening after her rape.  In her mind, she
replays the events of the previous day.
Keywords: BMWF, interr, rape, sad, toy, piv, oral, anal, a2m

   by Backstory will.backstory@googlemail.com

   Chapter 16: Yesterday Morning (BMWF interr rape sad toy piv oral anal
a2m)

   IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!  ________________________________ This story is
intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the
local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of
situations are real, or even based on any real people or events. 
________________________________

   Chapter 16: Yesterday Morning (BMWF interr rape sad toy piv oral anal
a2m)

   Lynn lay in bed.  It had been 24 hours since her ordeal had ended.  She
hadn't gone to the police, or the hospital or anything.  The texting
history that Jamal had orchestrated between her phone and Chloe's would
have made that a problem, but it was ultimately unnecessary, as she had
absolutely no intention of telling anyone about what had happened.  When
Jamal had released her, she had driven straight home in the rags of her
torn and destroyed dress, then gone up to her room to sleep.

   She'd skipped all of her classes today, staying locked in her apartment,
trying to forget what had happened.  It didn't matter what she did, though.
It didn't matter whether her eyes were open or closed, all she could see
was Jamal raping her.  Over and over, the scenes played out in her mind,
until finally, she stopped ignoring them, and focused on her memories,
replaying yesterday's events in her mind.

   ***

   Lynn knocked on Chloe's front door and then took a step back, waiting.
It had been a while since she had seen her sister, and she was looking
forward to the visit.  After a moment, the door opened, and she was
surprised to see a tall, handsome black man.  She resisted the urge to take
another step backwards.

   "Um...  hello, I'm here to see my...  is Chloe here?"

   The man smiled.  "You must be Lynn.  Chloe wanted me to tell you that
she's very sorry but she had to run to the courthouse for just a little
bit. Do you want to come in?" He was well dressed, in black pants and a
button down shirt.

   Lynn frowned.  "I'm sorry...  I don't know..."

   "Oh, so Chloe didn't tell you.  I'm sorry.  I'm Jamal.  Chloe and I
are...  involved."

   Lynn felt her mouth fall open.  "Oh!  I...  no, she didn't tell me she
was seeing someone."

   "The situation is fairly new.  And it's...  complicated.  I thought this
might be a surprise to you.  Do you want to come in and wait?  There's
coffee."

   He moved back into the house, holding the door open for her.  She stared
past the open door for a moment, then chided herself for hesitating. 
"Yeah, of course.  Thanks."

   She walked into the house, past Jamal.  He closed the door behind them
as she turned to him, putting out her hand.  "Well, I'm glad to meet you,
Jamal."

   He shook her hand.  "I'm really glad to have a chance to get to know
you, Lynn."

   His hand felt warm.  Her eyes were momentarily drawn to his strong
bicep. He's your sister's boyfriend, she reminded herself, silently. 
"So..." she said lamely.

   "Why don't you go make yourself comfortable in the living room, and I'll
bring you a cup of coffee.  How do you take it?"

   "Um, cream, extra sugar, please." He walked past her into the kitchen.

   Just as she was about to turn, she noticed that on the door, where there
was normally a deadbolt, there was a keyhole.  Checking to see that Jamal
was not yet returning, she tested the door and found it was locked shut. 
She felt a little bit afraid at this, but shook it off.  No reason to be
paranoid.  She turned and walked over to the living room.

   The first thing that she noticed as she stepped into the doorway was the
sets of handcuffs, gleaming metal bars, and chains on the coffee table.  It
took her a second to register what she was seeing, and another couple of
seconds to notice the rest of the items set up all around the living room.

   "Coffee."

   Jamal's voice startled her, and she turned to face him.  He was right
next to her, holding up a cup of coffee.  She backed away from him, into
the living room, glancing all around.  Leather straps, and things that
looked like whips, several lengths of coarse rope, and sex toys of all
shapes and sizes.  Lynn's breathing quickened.

   "What's going on?"

   "Well, I thought we would start in here."

   "No..." she couldn't believe this was happening.  "I want to leave. 
Please let me out."

   Jamal stood in the doorway, smiling.  "No, you aren't going anywhere,
Lynn.  We've got the house to ourselves for the whole day, so there's no
need to rush things."

   She felt herself starting to cry as she backed further away.  "No... 
what are you going to do?"

   "I think you know."

   She looked around, frantically, but there was no way for her to get out.
"Oh God, please don't rape me."

   He didn't say anything, and then, in an instant, he was upon her.  She
shrieked as he grabbed her by both arms and pushed her back, up against a
wall.  She was crying full on now, unable to say anything, even as she felt
him lifting her dress.  Before she could try to fight back, or even think,
he had yanked her panties to the side so hard that they tore.  She tried to
turn from him, but his other hand went to her throat.  She stared up into
his face, unable to breathe, and then closed her eyes as she felt his hand
move between her thighs.  She shook, helpless, as she felt two of his
fingers push roughly into her.

   He released her throat, and she let out a long sobbing cry, then took in
a shuddering breath.  He pressed his body into hers as he let his fingers
slide out of her, almost all the way, then jammed them back in.  She
couldn't close her legs to him.  She couldn't get away from him at all.  He
was all around her and inside of her.

   He tore open the top of her dress with one hand as he fingered her and
took hold of her smallish, B-cup breasts, mashing them alternately with his
free hand.

   "Please..." she managed through sobs, "Please, just let me go!"

   He squeezed her left tit painfully, but said nothing, just holding her
in place as he slowly fingered her.  She cried softly, pressed up against
the wall of her sister's living room, as Jamal pushed three fingers into
her now.  He held her in place like this, fingering her for several
minutes, before he withdrew his fingers from her.

   The hand that had been mashing her breasts moved up, and he took hold of
her long ponytail, winding it round and round his hand.  He yanked back and
down, so that she was forced to bend her knees and lean backward, her face
upturned.

   "Open your mouth." he said.  Slowly, she did as he said.  "Wider." She
opened her mouth wide.  He let a long line of spit fall slowly into her
mouth.  She grimaced, in disgust, but did not close her mouth.  He put his
other hand up to her mouth, and pushed his fingers in.  She could taste her
pussy on him.  "Lick them clean." he said, and she closed her mouth on his
fingers, licking the taste of herself from him.

   He kept his fingers in her mouth for a minute or so, still holding her
bent over backwards by her hair.  Finally, he pulled them out, and marched
her over to the couch, throwing her down on it.  He grabbed the ripped
remains of her panties, and had them off in seconds.  He pulled her by her
legs, so that her bare ass was at the edge of the couch, her dress up
around her waist.

   He was between her legs, now, and unfastening his belt.  Soon he would
have his dick inside of her, and there wasn't anything she could do about
it.

   "Please...  please...  please, Jamal.  Please..."

   She tried to close her legs against him but he easily held her open, and
she soon felt the warm flesh of his dick pressing against her opening.  She
squinted her eyes and threw her head back, crying out silently as he pushed
into her pussy.  She realized, to her horror, that she was soaking wet, and
he had no trouble squeezing inch after inch of his cock into her.  She had
only had sex a few times, and all with the same boy, but this man felt huge
- so much larger than her boyfriend, stretching her pussy wide open as he
penetrated her.

   She gave up fighting against him, trying to relax herself as he pushed
roughly into her, forcing his giant dick deeper than she had ever been
penetrated before.  When he had forced about half of his cock into her, he
seemed to be unable to get any more in, and he began fucking her.  She
hoped that he would cum quickly and then get the hell out of here.

   As he raped her, he took hold of her dress with both hands, where the
two sides met between her tits.  With one long rip, he tore it open all the
way to her belly.  He grabbed her bra, which her tits were already pulled
out of, and ripped it open at the middle as well.  She closed her eyes,
resigned to her fate, but trying to zone out until he was done with her.

   She felt him take hold of her by the nipples, and she cried out in pain,
as he pulled her head and back up off the bed by her nipples.

   "Don't check out on me, Lynn." he said.  He let her go, and she flopped
back onto the couch.  He put his foot up onto the couch and started fucking
her harder, to the point that she thought they might actually break the
couch.  As hard as he was thrusting at her, she felt his massive cock
pushing deeper inside her, sending little electric tingles up her back. 
Every extra inch he managed to squeeze into her was hitting her deeper than
she'd ever been penetrated before, making her poor pussy feel stretched,
almost to the point of tearing.

   It was somewhere in all of this that Lynn realized she was going to cum.

   When she'd had sex in the past, she almost always came right away, and
usually a bunch of times, but she hadn't even considered that she might cum
while she was being raped.  She tried to do some relaxation breathing she
had learned in Yoga, taking in deep breaths through her nose, and focusing
on her breathing.  After about half a minute of this, she knew it was not
going to keep her from cumming when she was being fucked like this, even if
it was rape.  Worse still, was that it was entirely possible she would cum
multiple times, once she got going.

   Jamal had dragged her back, mostly onto the floor at this point.  Her
arms and face were pressed against the floor while Jamal held her up by her
right leg, fucking away at her pussy like an animal.  She was beginning to
feel a bit like an animal herself, and it was taking more effort to resist
the impulse to grind her pussy back against him, or make pleased little
moaning noises, as she usually did with her boyfriend.

   As the inevitable moment of her orgasm approached, she buried her head
in her arms on the floor, and tried to keep control of her body.  She
intended to give no outward sign of her body's betrayal.  She could feel
her body tensing as she started to cum, but consciously relaxed herself,
hoping that it wouldn't be noticeable, especially with how hard Jamal was
fucking her.  It seemed she would make it through, until she felt him
slowing.

   "You're cumming, aren't you, you little slut?" He shifted her body, but
kept fucking her, now long and slow.  Soon his cock was rubbing up against
the upper inside of her pussy, though he was still getting little more than
half of his cock into her.  This new motion made her orgasm even stronger,
and she let out out a strangled little cry of pleasure.

   "Yeah...  I knew you'd like that.  You're going to be a good little
slut, Lynn." Lynn said nothing, but stopped trying to hold her orgasm in,
her body quivering lightly as she took in sharp little breaths.  Finally,
she finished, and her body hung limp from where Jamal held her up by her
thighs, relentlessly fucking her.

   "Now, I wasn't even trying to make you cum." he said.  "I wonder..."

   He put the heel of his hand over her clit, and pushed down, hard, moving
his hand in little circles, still fucking her with his hard cock.  Lynn's
eyes rolled back in her head as, unbelievably, she began cumming again. 
She didn't hold herself back at all this time, and was soon moaning and
squealing, thrashing her body around.  His thick cock became slick with her
cum, and she felt at least another inch force its way into her as she came.
Her orgasm lasted for a full minute, before her body began to relax.

   "You ARE a slutty little cunt." He pulled out of her and dropped her
legs.  She lay huddled on the floor, taking in deep, slow breaths.  "Get up
and clean my cock, slut." he said.  She turned, and then got herself up
onto her knees.  His cock looked massive, bobbing right in front of her
face.

   Oral sex was one thing that she had struggled with, in the short list of
sexual activities she had so far experienced.  She had choked the first
time that she tried to suck her boyfriend's dick, and almost threw up. 
She'd told Brandon, her current boyfriend, that because of her gag reflex,
she could only take the tip of his dick into her mouth.  She would lick up
and down the shaft, and then jerk him off, sucking on the head, until he
would cum in her mouth, and she'd spit it out into a tissue, or in the
toilet.

   She opened her mouth to explain her problem to Jamal, but before she
could get even one word out, he thrust his huge dick into her mouth,
forcing his way to the back of her throat.  She gagged immediately, and
pulled away, turning and retching.  She didn't throw up, but it was close.
When she had herself under control, she turned back to him.

   "I can't do that." she said, "I have a really bad gag reflex."

   Jamal put a hand on the back of her head, threading his fingers through
her hair.  "That's okay," he said, "You'll get better with some practice."

   His fingers tightened, gripping her by the hair, and he pushed his dick
up to her face again.  She closed her mouth tightly, and his cock, still
slick from her pussy, slid along her cheek.  He pulled back, yanking her
head back by her hair.  She looked up into his angry face, terrified. 
"Open your mouth, little cunt." he said.  She hesitated, then slowly opened
for him.

   He pushed himself back into her mouth, and she soon felt the tip of his
cock at the back of her throat, making her choke and gag.  Her mouth was
stretched wide around the shaft of his cock, and more than half the length
it was still outside of her mouth.  She fought against the choking feeling,
but it soon became too much for her.  She tried to pull back, but Jamal
held her tightly in place.  She could taste her pussy on him as her tongue
moved up and down along the length of his shaft, trying to push him out.

   Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take it any more, he let
her go and she fell back onto her butt, coughing and gagging.

   "We'll have to work on that some more." Jamal said from above her.  "But
for now, you can just clean my cock with your tongue.  You can manage that,
can't you?"

   She nodded, without looking at him.  "Yes." She fought to get herself
under control.

   "Well, get to it, then, little slut."

   She slowly turned back to Jamal and got up onto her knees.  His cock was
still long and hard as she began licking him all along the length of it. 
This, she could do, and she took her time, cleaning the taste of her pussy
from every inch of him.

   He let her lick him all over for a long time, before taking hold of her
again and pushing her onto the floor, on her back.  He spread her legs
wide, and she did not fight him as he moved between them, sliding the head
of his cock along her slit.  She felt her lips parting for him, and took in
a long breath as he pushed forward, sliding into her.  She watched the
massive thing disappearing into her pussy, feeling tight and stretched as
now two-thirds of it squeezed into her.

   She closed her eyes as he began to fuck her again, concentrating on
keeping herself from cumming again.  He shifted position as he thrusted,
and the head of his cock started to hit against the upper inside of her
pussy, sending a shock of pleasure up and down her spine.  She let out the
smallest little sigh, embarrassed at how pleased it sounded.  She opened
her eyes and looked down to see that he was now almost all of the way
inside of her, and she new he wouldn't stop until he managed to get the
entire massive thing in.

   She looked up into his eyes as he continued, squinting in pain each time
he penetrated her a little more deeply, feeling him spreading her open just
a little wider each time.  Finally, he thrust into her as deeply as he
could, and took hold of her tightly, pushing himself forward with amazing
force.  The last couple of inches was slow, but irresistible, and she felt
herself tearing up as her pussy was forced open so wide by the base of his
cock as he completed his conquering of her pussy.  She felt the tight mat
of his pubic hair press against the mostly bare skin of her mound, and felt
his balls settle between her ass cheeks.

   His hold on her loosened, but he remained completely inside of her, both
of them breathing rapidly.  She couldn't believe that he had forced the
gigantic thing all the way inside of her and could feel every small
movement he made as he shifted his weight subtly.  He felt so full and
hard, every now and then pulsing strongly inside her.  Her pussy felt
positively stretched around the wide base of his cock.

   He lay on top of her, and inside of her for a long time, before finally
pulling back and then thrusting in and out of her slowly, with long, full
strokes.  She came again as he fucked her with the full length of his cock,
on the floor.  She didn't try to hide it, and he didn't call any extra
attention to the fact.  Her cum made his cock slick inside her again,
though, and he fucked her harder, and faster.

   He fucked her roughly on the floor for a few more minutes, then stopped
his thrusting and got up onto his knees, the head of his cock still inside
her pussy.  He lifted her right leg upward, twisting her onto her left
side, and thrusting forward.  She felt him push even deeper into her pussy
at this angle, though she didn't feel any more stretched by this.  He took
hold of her bicep with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her leg,
moving her forward and back on his cock.  She felt like a doll, or some
kind of toy for him as he bounced her body on his cock.

   He put her leg down, a few moments later, and positioned her onto her
hands and knees, fucking her doggy style.  There was no more stretching or
pain at this point, and though she felt horrified and embarrassed by it,
she was incredibly aroused, and could not deny how good it felt to be
fucked like this.  She began pushing herself back against Jamal, rotating
her hips as she did so.  She was really starting to get into it when,
without any warning at all, she felt something large push up into her ass.

   She let out a little cry of surprise when she felt this, and turned to
see that Jamal had pushed his middle finger into her asshole, to the fist
knuckle, his cock still sliding smoothly along the length of her cunt,
which was now so well fitted to him.  She turned back away, suddenly
feeling panicked again.  What if he was going to put his dick there next?
It had taken probably twenty minutes for him to work himself into her cunt,
there was no way he could fit in her ass.  The one finger felt
uncomfortable enough, but didn't really hurt.  His giant cock would tear
her open.

   He spit on her asshole, and pulled his finger back slightly, then pushed
it in again, a little further this time, all the while fucking her pussy.
Little by little, he worked his finger further up her ass, until she felt
his fist pressing up against her crack.  He held it in her while he picked
up the pace of his thrusting.  If he would only cum before he tried to fuck
her in the ass...

   He spit on her ass crack again, pulling back on his finger and then
starting to move it slowly in and out.

   "Such a nice, tight ass." he said, and put a second fingertip next to
the first.  Lynn squealed in pain as he slowly pushed the two fingers up
her ass, his cock throbbing deep in her cunt.  Once his fingers were buried
in her ass, he held them there, and slowly started working her pussy with
that massive dick.  She felt more stretched than ever in both places, and
soon he started sliding his fingers back, and then in again, double
fingering her asshole while he fucked her.

   Something about his breathing and his movement was different, though,
and she thought he might be close to cumming.  She began to moan, pushing
herself back against him, hoping to help bring him off.  His fingers were
squeezing all the way in and out of her ass now, and he was fucking her
pussy wildly.

   He grunted, twice, then pulled suddenly out of her pussy, his fingers
slipping from her asshole as well.  She braced herself for the feeling of
his cock pushing against her asshole, but instead, he grabbed her by her
arm and roughly got her onto her knees, facing him.  He stood above her,
every muscle in his body tense, as he slowly stroked that massive black
cock.  He pushed a finger just into her mouth, pulling her jaw down.  She
tasted her asshole, but didn't fight him.  She could tell that he was going
to cum, and so she opened her mouth wide.  Far from dreading it, she was
elated, ready for him to cum in her mouth, even willing to swallow it,
knowing that it signaled the end of her ordeal.

   He put a second finger from her ass into her mouth as he stroked
himself, running both along her tongue.  She held her mouth open as he did
this, waiting for his cum, and the end of her rape.

   His fingers dropped from her mouth, and he took a halting step forward,
putting the tip of his dick onto her lower lip.  She took in a long slow
breath, through her nose, preparing to drain him of his cum, and of his
lust.  She relaxed herself, ready.

   The first spurt of cum took her by surprise, despite herself, a great
glob striking her in the back of the throat.  She choked immediately, and
started to pull away, but his hand was in her hair instantly, and he held
her in place.  She coughed and choked as he sprayed his cum into her mouth.
He had her bent back now, like some obscene dance partner in a dramatic
dip. She swallowed a huge gulp of cum, quickly, and then opened back up as
he dribbled the last few spurts into her mouth.

   He held her immobile for a minute as he finished, the tip of his cock in
her mouth.  As she swallowed the last of him, he let her drop, taking a
step back from her.  She fell heavily, catching herself on her right elbow,
and turning away to cough.

   It had been horrible, but it was finally over.  She remained on the
floor, on her side, coughing and tasting Jamal's cum.  She was waiting for
him to leave, but he stood over her.

   "Please, just go." she said.

   He chuckled, and then advanced on her.  She looked up, gripped by a
sudden fear.

   "Please...  don't hurt me!"

   "I'm not going to kill you, Lynn." he said, gripping her left bicep, and
pulling her up to her feet.  "But I'm not done with you.  Not by a long
shot." Her shoulders drooped, and she bowed her head, staring at the floor.
"Now let's see if you can learn how to hold yourself for me."

   ***

   He whipped her across the ass again, and she bounced lightly on her
heels, fighting the urge to unclasp her hands from behind her back.

   "Keep your eyes on me." he said sternly, and she met his gaze, trying
desperately to focus on all of the things he'd been drilling into her.  She
kept her shoulders back and her breasts pushed forward, her legs were
spread about shoulder width.  He walked back and forth in front of her,
looking her up and down.  He put the tip of the bamboo-looking stick
against her left breast and pushed forward, poking painfully into her
flesh. She furrowed her brow, but did not break his gaze.  He held the
stick there for several long seconds, then took it away.  Lynn felt her
breast fall back down as he did so.

   "Open." he said, putting the stick up to her mouth.  She opened her
mouth, and he put it between her teeth.  He released it as she closed her
teeth, and then put his hand to her pussy, rubbing her lightly.  She
continued to look into his eyes, keeping her legs open as he moved from
rubbing her pussy to pushing first one, then two fingers into her.  She
concentrated on her position, and managed to keep herself still as he
manipulated her.

   "Good girl." He said, smiling, and let his fingers slip from her pussy.
He took the bamboo stick from her teeth, and put his fingers to her lips.
She immediately opened her mouth, and tasted her pussy, as he put his
fingers in.  She licked his fingers until he withdrew them.

   "Alright." he said, "Now I want you to crawl for me."

   Glancing at the bamboo stick in Jamal's hand, she hesitantly moved down
onto her hands and knees.

   "When you crawl, crawl slowly, and keep your ass held high." She pushed
her ass up, crawling experimentally forward.  "No, not on your hands. 
Lower.  On your forearms.  I want your elbows on the ground." She bent
herself forward, so that she was crawling on her forearms instead of her
hands.  This brought her head closer to the floor, and forced her ass
upturned further.  She crawled slowly forward.  "Good.  Now take us to the
bedroom."

   She crawled in front of him, slowly making her way to her sister's
bedroom.

   "Get your ass up." Jamal's voice came from behind her.

   She felt the snap of the bamboo rod against her ass and quickly
corrected herself, arching her back, and pushing her ass up in the air. 
She then continued crawling slowly along.  It wasn't far, but it seemed
like she'd never make it to the bedroom like this.  Even though she doubted
she'd like what awaited her when she arrived, she was anxious to get there,
and not to have to crawl for him like this.

   "Stop, Lynn."

   She froze, realizing that she had forgotten to keep her ass up. 
Immediately, she arched her back, thrusting her ass back and up into the
air.

   "Good.  Stay just like that."

   She held herself in that position, unable to see what he was doing, if
anything.  Her muscles started to tremble, slightly, as she waited, getting
tired of staying in one place.  Suddenly, she felt Jamal's finger touching
her asshole.  She fought back the powerful urge to shrink away as he pushed
the tip of his finger up her ass.

   "Now, push back on me.  Keep your ass held high and take my finger up
your asshole."

   She held herself in place for a moment, thinking how she could do what
he said, then pushed herself backwards.  She lowered her face towards the
floor as she pushed back, taking his finger up to the knuckle.

   "Good.  Now forward." She rocked forward, letting his finger slip almost
out of her ass.  "I think you know what to do now."

   She pushed back on him again, the began rocking back and forth, fucking
her ass on his finger.  After a minute or so, she felt a shivery shock run
through her body as he put a second finger next to the first, and both slid
up her ass.  She slowed down, but quickly felt the snap of the bamboo
against her ass and pushed back again.

   Jamal held his hand steady, as Lynn rocked back and forth, feeling his
two fingers sliding in and out of her ass.  Finally, he seemed satisfied,
and pulled them out.  She stopped rocking immediately, waiting for him to
tell her what to do next.

   "On your knees, Lynn.  Present your mouth."

   She got up onto her knees quickly, turning and clasping her hands behind
her back.  She pushed her breasts forward and opened her mouth, looking up
into his eyes, as he had taught her to do.  Jamal put the two fingers that
had been in her ass into her mouth.  She kept her mouth open, and held his
gaze as he ran his fingers along her tongue.  She remained as still as she
could until he nodded, then she closed her mouth on his fingers, licking
and sucking on them.

   "Good.  Back down and crawl to the bedroom."

   She was careful to crawl properly the rest of the way, and there was no
further punishment.  When the got to the bedroom, he took a length of rope
from one of Chloe's drawers and had her stand, binding her wrists in front
of her.

   When her wrists were securely bound, there were still a couple of feet
of rope, by which he led her to the bed.  He guided her up onto it, and put
her on her belly, stretching her arms up over her head, and securing them
to the headboard.

   "Get up onto your knees." he said, and she struggled up, her face
pressed into the blankets.  He took several pillows, and put them
underneath her pelvis, then had her lay back down.  She heard him
rummaging, and a few moments later, he was binding her left ankle to the
bedpost.  A couple of minutes later her legs were tied, spread wide, to the
bottom bed posts.  He took her by the hair and turned her head to the side,
where he held what she knew must be a butt plug.  She opened her mouth to
accept the thing.  It was about the width of a finger at the tip, and
widened to two or three fingers wide at its widest, before tapering off to
a flared bottom.

   As she held the plastic plug in her mouth, imagining what it would feel
like when Jamal put it in her ass, she felt his hand on her thigh, then on
her pussy.  The way he had positioned her with the pillows gave him easy
access, and he rubbed her gently, sliding first one finger, then a second
into her.  She was wet, despite herself.  After a moment, he slid his
fingers out of her pussy, and back, rubbing her asshole gently.  She
furrowed her brow as he pushed one finger, slowly, all the way up her ass.

   He paused there for a moment, and then she felt his other hand on her
pussy, two fingers again sliding easily up into her.  He began fucking her
with his fingers, first just the two in her pussy, then with the one in her
ass as well.  She felt herself getting worked up by the attention, and
tried to relax, though she knew that she would cum if he wanted her to. 
Whether she liked it or not, Jamal was in complete control of her orgasms.

   A second finger pushed its way up her ass, stretching her painfully, and
a moment later, he pushed a third finger into her pussy.  He spit on her
asshole as he fingered her, and his thumb found her clit, rubbing it first
subtly, then faster and harder, until she was carried to shuddering orgasm.
The ropes around her wrists and ankles dug in to her skin as she twisted
and spasmed on the bed, Jamal's fingers relentlessly assaulting her two
holes.

   As she came, his fingers came out of her pussy and began rubbing her
wildly.  She moaned pathetically around the plug in her mouth, then let out
a sharp, muffled cry as he pulled his fingers from her ass.  He pulled the
butt plug from her mouth and before she could even think, put the tip
against her asshole and pushed.  She cried out in pain as she felt the
widest part of the plug stretching her asshole, then let out a pathetic
little whimper as it popped into her ass.  The flat back end of the thing
settled between her cheeks as Jamal let it go.

   He slapped her ass, still rubbing her pussy and clit as she came.  She
squinted at the pain as her body, still spasming lightly, began to calm. 
He continued gently rubbing her pussy for a minute or so, then rose from
the bed, walking toward the bedroom door.  "We've got a lot of work ahead
of us, if you're going to take my cock up that tight little asshole by this
afternoon."

   Lynn turned her head to look at him, but he had gone from the room.

   He left her alone for a long time, and she tried her best to remain
still.  Every time she moved, she felt the ropes on her wrists and ankles,
and became aware of the rubber plug in her ass.  When he finally did
return, he didn't say anything, just took hold of the end of the plug and
pulled it smoothly out of her ass.  She winced as the fattest part spread
her little hole wide, then let out a small sigh as the rest of it slid
easily out of her.

   "Open." he said, and brought the thing to her lips.  She opened her
mouth as let him put the toy from her ass into her mouth.  His fingers
pressed up against her asshole as her lips closed on the plug, rubbing and
pushing, sliding lightly into her ass every now and then.  After a minute
of this, he spit on her asshole and she felt a new toy pushing in.  It felt
like a larger version of the one she was currently holding in her mouth,
and she tried her best to relax herself as it pushed deeper into her,
spreading her asshole, again, wider than it had ever been stretched before.

   It was clear that the thing would not fit without tearing her, and she
was grateful when he pulled it out.  He took the smaller plug from her
mouth, and replaced it with this new larger one, which was indeed quite a
bit larger.  p He pushed the first plug back into her ass, squeezing it
relatively easily in, then out again.  He pushed it in and out several
times, then paused, with the thing holding her open at its widest point for
almost a full minute, taking the larger plug out of her mouth as he held
that one in place.  She let out another little sigh as he finally let the
smaller plug slip from her ass and opened her mouth for it without being
told.  She was getting quite familiar with the taste of her ass.

   She tried to relax as the larger plug squeezed slowly into her little
hole again.  She could tell it was going deeper, and stretching her wider
now, but it was apparently not enough.  Jamal pushed hard, until she was
afraid she would tear, but he stopped and let the plug slowly out.  The
small plug was removed from her mouth again, and replaced with the larger
one from her ass.  She opened her mouth wide, to accept it.

   His fingers, once again rubbed between her cheeks, rubbing her sore
asshole, and periodically sliding in and out of her loosening little hole.
Several times he spit on her crack, working it into and around her asshole
with his fingers.  After a while of this, he took hold of the plug in her
mouth, pulling it part-way out.

   "Lick it.  Get your spit on it."

   Reluctantly, she licked the thing, trying to let her spit lubricate it
for her ass.  He let her work on this for a few moments, then moved it
around behind her.  A moment later, she felt it slide more easily up her
ass, and he began to fuck her with the thing.  Soft and shallow at first,
but he soon began forcing it deeper, until she felt it stretching her tiny
hole with each push forward.  He kept this up for a few minutes, but was
apparently still having trouble getting the fattest part into her.  Soon
she was opening her mouth to take the plug again.

   He got up off of the bed at this point, and was away for a long while.
She craned her head, but could not see what he was doing, though he
remained in the room.  Finally she hear a loud buzz, and in another moment,
the head of one of the large vibrating toys was pushing up against her
pussy.  Jamal worked it back and forth, sliding his hand beneath her to
spread her lips, until she felt the thing right up against her clit.

   Finally satisfied with this, he took the plug from her mouth and pushed
it up into her ass again, once more pushing as deep as possible.  She held
her breath as he pushed very hard, the vibrating head on her clit driving
her close to cumming despite the pain and discomfort.  She was breathing
hard, and letting out a little whimper each time the plug stretched her
wide.

   He was fucking her ass with the large plug now, harder and faster all
the time, as the buzzing on her clit threatened to send her over the edge.
She whimpered, whining loudly as she felt herself open up, painfully wide,
and let out a cry of pain as, suddenly, it was past its widest point, and
settled into her ass.  There was one quiet moment, and then Lynn's body
clenched up, a massive orgasm ripping through her body.  She could feel the
plug moving in her ass as she came, and then let out another cry as Jamal
pulled back on it until it popped back out.  As she continued cumming, he
popped it in and out of her ass several times, then left it in her, pulling
the vibrating tool unceremoniously out from between her thighs, leaving her
quivering on the bed.

   "Don't forget to thank me for your orgasms, Lynn."

   Exhausted, she turned her head to the side.  "Thank you, Jamal." she
breathed.

   "You're welcome." The buzzing stopped, and she saw and heard him pull a
line of tape from a roll, and rip it off.  She squinted, watching as he
positioned the vibrating stick toy against what appeared to be a long
smooth stick with a big rubber dick taped to the end of it.  He taped the
vibrator in place, so that the large head was positioned like the balls of
the rubber cock.  He looked over his work for a moment, then leaned it
against the wall and began untying her.

   He left her wrists bound, and had her stand off to the side of the bed,
raising her arms up above her and tying them to an eye hook mounted in the
ceiling.

   "Spread your legs out." he said, and she did, her arms stretching as
this lowered her body somewhat.  He retrieved the stick with the dildo and
vibrator combination taped to the end of it and came around in front of
her. He reached down to her pussy, spreading her lips with one hand, and
pushed the tip of the rubber cock easily into her with the other, sliding
it all the way in, so that the head taped to the side came to rest against
her clit and pussy.  He pushed the whole thing up into and against her
quite hard, bracing the other end of the stick against the floor so that it
stayed pinned in her, even as he let it go.

   He stepped back, looking her up and down.  She shifted her weight.  If
she moved too much, she could get the dildo to slide out of her, and the
whole thing to fall to the floor.  She guessed Jamal would not want that.

   He leaned forward and switched the vibrator on.  The immediate buzzing
on her pussy and clit was very strong, and she had to force herself to
remain in place.  Jamal walked up close to her, looking her in the eye.

   "I'll be around the house.  Count your orgasms for me.  Loud enough so
that I can hear you.  And do not drop this."

   She was already shaking, both from the fatigue in her leg muscles, and
the rising, inevitable orgasm.  "Yes, Jamal."

   "Do a good job, and I'll give you some time to rest."

   "Yes, Jamal."

   She came less than a minute after he left the room, calling out "One!"
in a hesitant, and embarrassed, but loud voice.  Her second orgasm hit on
the heels of the first, the dildo and vibrator doing their job very
effectively.  She struggled to keep her balance, and not to let the stick
holding them slip out of her as she came the second time, calling out
"Two!" more shrilly than she intended.

   When her body finally stopped shaking from this second orgasm, she
closed her eyes, trying to relax and catch her breath.  She experimented
with different ways of holding her weight, careful to keep the dildo from
slipping out of her pussy.  It was impossible to keep the thing from
sliding out, without fairly constantly squatting herself down, with the
head of the vibrator mashed up against her clitoris.  Any other position
soon had the dildo threatening to drop out of her pussy, and so she'd soon
squat back down, taking it deep inside, the buzzing vibrator pressed up
against her clit.

   She stood stoically for several minutes, her entire body tense as her
pussy hummed with vibration.  Eventually, though, she felt another orgasm
approaching, and within a minute, she was cumming.  She rotated her hips as
it began, feeling both the dildo in her pussy and the plug in her ass
moving inside of her.  Cumming was uncomfortable with the never-ending
vibrations on her clit, and she found herself moving herself up and down on
the rubber dildo.  As she'd stand fully upright, she'd get a brief respite
from most of the vibrations, but the dildo would soon begin to slip out of
her and she'd squat back down.  In this way, she stood trembling and
fucking herself through her third orgasm on the stick.

   As this one faded, and she struggled to catch her breath, she yelled out
"THREE!" She could feel another one coming just a minute or so later, and
as it began, Jamal walked into the room.

   "You're not thanking me for your orgasms." he said.

   "Thank...  thank you..." she said through the next shuddering orgasm. 
"Four...  thank you..." she said.

   He lifted a long silvery chain up from out of a bag he carried.

   "This may help you remember to be thankful." he said, and approached
her. He reached out and took hold of her right nipple, pinching and tugging
on it lightly.  When it was erect, he brought one end of the chain up to
it. There was some kind of clip on the end, which opened when he squeezed
it.  He put this around her nipple and released it, sending a pinching pain
through her nipple that had her sucking in her breath, and arching her
back.

   He gave her a moment to get used to this, and then applied the second
clip to her left nipple, leaving the chain hanging between the two.  She
sucked in a few sharp breaths as the vibrator continued buzzing on her
clit.

   "You haven't thanked me for this reminder, Lynn."

   She was just beginning to cum as he said this.  "Shit...  I'm sorry...
thank you...  thank you..."

   "Are you cumming now?"

   She nodded her head vigorously.  "Yes...  thank you."

   "How many is that?"

   She wasn't sure.  Her body spasmed, the chain jingling between her
breasts, tugging painfully on her nipples, as she tried to remember.  "I
think...  four."

   She watched him anxiously as he took up the long, thin bamboo stick from
one of the shelves, bending it back and forth in his hands.  He turned to
her, and then whipped her across both breasts with it.

   "Five."

   She cried out from the pain, then choked back her sobs long enough to
speak.  "Five...  thank you, Jamal."

   He smiled, putting the stick back down.  "Much better.  Keep counting
for me.  And remember to be thankful."

   She nodded, lowering her head and closing her eyes as the relentless
vibrations on her pussy and clit continued.  "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."

   ***

   The tinny sound of a hip hop beat broke her reverie.  It was the sound
of a text from her boyfriend, Brandon.  As the images and feelings of her
rape faded, she realized that she'd pulled her shirt up over her tits, and
was squeezing them fiercely, her nails digging into her soft flesh. 
Letting out a slow sigh, she relaxed her grip, and picked up the phone from
her bedside table and read the text.

   Tomorrow night @ my place?

   She stared at the small screen for a while.  He didn't know about her
rape; no one did.  No one ever would know, except for Chloe and Jamal.  She
thought for a bit, then texted back.

   Need ur cock NOW- come give it to me

   There was a long delay.  A normal woman shouldn't be craving sex 24
hours after her rape.  Apparently, she was not a normal woman.  Her phone
lit up again:

   Holy shit, i wish but i cant, i have a test tomorrow, have to study and
sleep

   She texted back immediately.

   Need to be fucked now brandon.  please please please my pussy needs your
cock

   She watched the screen as her hand moved between her thighs, lazily
stroking her pussy through her clothes.  The reply came back.

   God, just cant girl.  test is 40% of my grade

   Come to my place as soon as you can tomorrow night i promise i'll give
you what you need

   Lynn sighed, disappointed.

   See u tomorow

   She closed her phone, and put it down, sliding her hand down her
panties, and letting her mind drift, once again, to her memories of the
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