Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Backstory
Title: Yesterday Afternoon
Part: Chapter 17
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slaves
Summary: Lynn continues replaying the events of the previous day over in
her mind.
Keywords: BMWF, interr, rape, sad, toy, piv, oral, anal, a2m, ws

   by Backstory will.backstory@googlemail.com

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

   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 Afternoon (BMWF interr rape sad toy piv oral anal
a2m ws)

   Lynn let the disappointment she felt at her boyfriend's inability to
come satisfy her fade away.  She lifted her hand from where she was
stroking herself over her pants, up to her waistband, and then down, under
her panties.  As she felt her own wetness, her memory continued.

   ***

   She hung, exhausted, by her wrists as Jamal took hold of the stick
pinned against the floor, between her legs, and pulled it away, removing
the rubber cock from her pussy, and the vibrating head from her clit. 
Orgasm after orgasm had ripped through her and now she tried desperately to
relax a body that felt incapable of relaxing at all.  She felt Jamal
tugging on her butt plug, and she bent at the waist, feeling her asshole
stretching open, the wide part of the plug sliding out of her, followed
quickly by the rest of it.  She opened her mouth automatically, and he
brought the plug around, putting it in.

   "Stand up straight." he said.

   Wearily, she brought her feet together, the chain between her breasts
swinging, sending jolts of pain through her nipples.  He cut the rope above
her wrists, then picked at it, loosening and then freeing them.  When she
was untied, he took a glass of water from her bureau and handed it to her.

   "Drink." he said, taking the butt plug from her mouth.  She took the
glass and began to drink the water as Jamal dug through his bag.  It was
not cold, but she was thirsty, so she drank it quickly.

   "Eight orgasms in such a short time...  you seem to really respond to
the Hitachi vibrator."

   He turned back to her as she drank the last of the water, a
solid-looking dildo in one hand, and a length of rope in the other.  He
took the empty glass, handing her the dildo, which was quite firm and
heavy. It looked to be about the size of her boyfriend's cock - what she
assumed was average.  It was certainly much smaller than Jamal's.

   "This is for your asshole.  Use your mouth to get it lubricated."

   She took the dildo, shoulders dropping.  "Please, Jamal..."

   "If you think you're ready for my cock now, I'll be happy to give it to
you."

   Unbidden, her eyes fell on Jamal's monster cock as he looped the rough
rope around her waist.  She'd take the much smaller, fake cock over that
monster.  Hesitantly, she licked along the sides of it, trying to let her
spit get onto it as Jamal pulled the rope around her waist tight, leaving a
couple of feet's length free in the front.

   "Spread your legs a little." he said, and she moved her feet apart,
about shoulder width.  She spit on the tip of the dildo as he took it from
her, and closed her eyes as he moved around behind her.  He spread her left
cheek with one hand, and she felt the head of the cock against her hole. 
Twice, he spit on her crack, then pushed sharply forward.

   She was amazed at how easily the thing pushed past her asshole, and slid
all the way up her ass.  She blushed as she realized that she had let out a
little sigh.

   "Reach back here." he said, and she reached backward with her right
hand, twisting her torso.  He took her by the wrist, bending her slightly
at the waist, and put her hand on the end of the dildo.  She held it inside
of herself as he crouched down, taking the dangling rope from the front,
through her partly spread legs.

   "Go ahead and fuck yourself with that, Lynn."

   She knew it was not a suggestion.  She shifted her feet slightly, and
got a better grip on the end of the dildo, pulling it slowly out of her
ass, then pushing again.  It was not difficult.

   She kept the motion up, sliding the dildo in and out of her ass as Jamal
spread her pussy lips with his fingers, and pulled the length of coarse
rope back between her legs so that it ran between her lips.  He let her
lips close on the rope, and pulled back hard.  She winced as the rope dug
into this sensitive area, and accidentally let the dildo slip all the way
out of her ass.  She fumbled around, trying to push it back in.

   "Mouth." he said.  Reluctantly, she took it up to her face, putting the
head back into her mouth.  She licked it all over, getting it lubed up with
her spit again, then reached back.  He helped her line the head of the
thing up with her asshole, then waited as she squeezed it back in, pushing
it smoothly all the way up her ass.  Once it was there, he took hold of it
again and ran the rope that was already running between her pussy lips, up
between her crack, over the end of the dildo.  She could feel him tying it
on to the back of the rope looped around her waist, and when he was done,
the dildo was held tightly up her ass, the rope digging uncomfortably into
her hips and in her pussy.

   Jamal stood.  "There.  Now, it's time for you to come make some lunch
for me."

   He had her crawl to the kitchen and make a sandwich for him.  When she
was done, he had her kneel on the floor, near him, as he ate.  He gave her
nothing to eat, but had her drink another glass of water.  He was still
eating when he turned his chair to face her, spreading his legs open and
beckoning her forward.  She moved forward on her knees as he opened his fly
and pulled out his mostly hard cock.  She could feel the dildo moving
inside her as she hobbled over, the coarse rope that held it in digging
into her pussy.

   "Put your hands behind your back." he said as she tentatively reached
for his massive cock.  She paused, then put her hands behind her back,
holding her left wrist with her right hand.  He pushed his cock forward and
Lynn leaned in, taking the head into her mouth.

   Still taking a bite of his sandwich, he put his hand to her head,
weaving his fingers through her hair, gently, then grabbing a handful,
pulling it painfully, and forcing her head down onto his cock, pushing down
the back of her throat.  She fought against him, but he was horribly
strong, and there was nothing she could do.  She gagged and retched, unable
to tolerate the thing trying to force its way down her throat.  He held her
there for a moment, letting her choke and gag, then pulled her up and back,
twisting her head by the hair so that she was looking straight up at him.

   "You need to do better with this, Lynn.  I'd be very angry if you threw
up on me."

   "I'm sorry...  I can't help it..." she said through involuntary heaving
that gradually subsided.  He smiled cruelly.

   "You just need practice." He forced her head down again, and again she
vainly fought against him with all her strength.  If she did vomit, she'd
likely choke on it, and she doubted Jamal would care very much.  She tried
to force herself to relax, but it was no use.  She gagged horribly until
Jamal pulled her up again.  She gasped for air, trying desperately not to
throw up.  He regarded her for a few moments before speaking.

   "I see this is going to take more work...  I think we should move to the
bathroom, in case you lose control of yourself completely." He popped the
last bite of his lunch into his mouth and then stood, looping his finger
under the chain that hung between her breasts and pulling upward as he did
so.  She struggled to her feet as this pulled her upward by her clamped
nipples.  He lifted the chain higher, putting it in front of her mouth. 
She took it in her teeth, feeling it tugging upward on her nipples.

   She kept her hands behind her back as he walked her to the bathroom,
moving slowly, and keeping her head down, to minimized the pinching and
pulling of the clamps on her nipple, tugged by the chain she held tightly
between her teeth.

   When they finally made it into the bathroom, Jamal took the chain from
her mouth, then removed each clamp in turn.  The pain was intense as he
removed them, and she pulled away from him each time, taking in a sharp
breath.  He grabbed her tightly by both nipples as she flinched the second
time, and pulled her up straight.  She cried out in pain, but held herself
in position, keeping her eyes locked on his as he looked sternly down on
her.

   He rolled her nipples between his fingers for a minute, then put her on
her knees next to the toilet.  The tile floor was hard and cold on her
knees, and her feet pressed up against the side of the vanity, behind her.
Jamal lifted the lid and seat of the toilet.

   "Hug the bowl."

   She looked up at him, terrified.  Uncomprehending.  "Jamal, I'm sorry, I
don't..."

   "Put your arms around the toilet."

   She slowly put her arms around the toilet bowl, her right arm low and
around the back, and her left arm around the front.  She felt the cool
ceramic on the skin of her arms, and against her chest, as she was forced
to lean forward on the side of the toilet.

   Jamal crouched on the side opposite, with a small length of rope, and
began to work on tying her in place.  Soon her wrists were securely bound,
on the other side of the toilet, and her face was only a few inches up off
of the rim.

   "There." Jamal stepped in front of her, squatting somewhat, so that his
cock was standing straight up in front of her face.  "Now if you have to
throw up, you can go ahead and do it." He pushed down on his cock so that
it was level with the ground and pointed at her mouth.  "Open."

   Reluctantly, she obeyed, and he pushed the head into her mouth.  He
fucked her face lightly at first, but soon began to push deeper.  It was
not even a minute before she was gagging on him again.  She pulled back,
off of him and moved her head over the toilet, retching, her tits pressed
up against the cold side of the bowl.  She heaved a couple of times, but
didn't throw up.  Slowly, she brought her head back around to face him and
looked up, pleadingly.

   "Again." he said.

   She frowned, closing her eyes, then opened her mouth.

   ***

   At least a half hour had passed, though it felt like much longer to
Lynn. Jamal was still working on her, forcing as much of his warm, hard
cock into her throat as he possibly could, though she was no longer
gagging. The first ten minutes had been hell, and she'd thrown up twice,
almost three times, but now it was her jaw that was bothering her the most,
as the thick shaft of Jamal's cock forced it open wider and wider.  She
didn't know if her gag reflex was now gone for good, or if the effect was
temporary, but she was having no trouble taking him deep in her throat.

   She felt Jamal's pubic hair pressing up against her nose, then took a
deep breath as he pulled back, all the way out of her mouth.

   "Much better." He said, as she caught her breath.  "Okay, now lets see
how that ass is doing."

   He began working on the rope that ran around her waist and up through
her pussy and ass crack.  She rested the side of her forehead on the toilet
bowl as he slowly picked and pulled, until eventually, she felt the ropes
loosen and pull away.  He took hold of the end of the dildo in her ass and
slid it slowly out, then all the way back in.  She let out a soft moan as
he fucked her ass with long slow strokes, then pulled it out of her, and
put it in front of her face.  She licked it at first, then opened her mouth
and let him push it all the way into her throat.

   He pried her cheeks apart, spreading her asshole, and she felt him move
his fingers along her crack, every now and then pushing one or two up her
ass.  Finally, he seemed to finish his inspection, and took the dildo from
her mouth, standing it up the counter behind her.

   "I think you're ready." he said, one hand squeezing her left ass cheek.
Her chest tightened in fear, remembering how big his cock had felt in her
pussy.  She felt desperate.

   "Please," she said, "Please just let me go.  I promise I won't tell
anyone about this, please..."

   "That's not what's going to happen." he said simply, and knelt behind
her.  She felt the side of his cock - long, hard, and warm - on the side of
her ass, and began to cry.

   "Please," she said through sobs, "Don't do this to...  Ooh!" She
interrupted herself as Jamal pushed his cock deep into her pussy with one
strong thrust, then began fucking her.  He fucked her for a minute or so,
until she was just starting to get into it, and then pulled quickly out. 
She felt his cockhead searching between her cheeks, and then a cold chill
as he settled against her much-abused asshole, which began to open up for
him as he pushed forward.  It didn't really hurt at first, but his cock was
so much fatter than anything she'd had up there, that Jamal very quickly
got to the point that he could not push forward.

   The pain began to intensify, and her sobs became louder, punctuated by
pained shrieks and yelps as Jamal tried to force the fat head of his cock
into her tiny opening.  She heard Jamal swear as the head of his cock
slipped down, pushing back into her pussy.  He fucked her once with the
whole length of his cock, then pulled out and shifted position, once again
spreading her asshole wide as he tried to force his giant cockhead into her
loosened little hole.

   Just as he was shifting position again, she heard a beeping sign.  Jamal
swore again, and pulled back, standing up.  The beeping stopped.

   "Hello." Lynn shifted her weight around on her sore knees.  "Right.  Now
is not a good time, how about...  alright.  Okay."

   There was a beep and then the snapping sound of a phone being folded,
and then he walked out of the room.

   When he returned, a few moments later, he had another dildo, this one
longer and thicker than the one she'd had up her ass for the past hour or
so, but still not as large a Jamal's own black cock.  She could see, as he
dripped some kind of lubricant onto the head, that it had a suction cup on
the back end of it.

   Jamal moved behind her and she heard a loud bang as he smacked the
wooden side of the vanity behind her.  She looked back, and saw that he had
stuck the dildo to the side of this vanity by its suction cup.

   "Come on now, Lynn, put your ass back here." He put a hand on her hip,
guiding her back.  She felt the head of the rubber cock against her asshole
as she moved, and he held it in place for her as she pushed back harder,
letting her asshole relax so that the fat rubber head could push up into
her ass.

   She let out a little groan as it popped in, and he let go of her and the
dildo.  He stroked her hair, speaking softly into her ear.

   "There's something I need to take care of.  It won't take very long, but
I wanted you to be able to use this time constructively.  This is the last
opportunity that you'll have to train your asshole for me.  When I come
back, it will be time for you to take my cock."

   He stood, pulling on his pants.  "You're welcome to use this dildo I've
set up for you or not.  If you'd prefer simply to rest, that's okay too. 
It's entirely up to you." He paused.  "What do you say, Lynn?"

   "I'm sorry!" She flinched, almost automatically, but he didn't strike
her.  "Thank you, Jamal."

   "You're welcome." he walked out of the bathroom, calling over his
shoulder, "See you soon."

   She did nothing, just holding herself in place, as she listened to him
moving about the house.  She heard the door open and close, then the sounds
of the car leaving, and knew she was alone.

   She thought, without much hope, on her prospects for escape.  She
reached down to the rope binding her wrists with her fingers, but she could
not do much more than poke at the rope.  There was nothing sharp on the
other side of the toilet bowl, and she could see no way that she might free
herself.  She thought, briefly, that she might uproot the whole toilet
bowl, but a quick tug told her she didn't possess anywhere near the
strength necessary for this feat.

   So her immediate future still involved who knew how many hours of rape,
including forced anal sex from Jamal and his giant cock.  She lifted her
face from the rim of the toilet bowl and pushed back, gently but firmly,
forcing the shaft of the dildo Jamal had left her slowly up her ass.  She
breathed deeply and deliberately, focused on relaxing her body.

   She took her time, leaning back forward whenever it felt like too much,
and then pushing back again, taking the dildo deeper each time.  Finally,
she felt the cold wood of the vanity against her ass-cheeks, and pushed
herself hard, pressing her ass flat against the side, the dildo completely
buried in her ass.

   She held herself there for some time, slowly rotating her hips, feeling
the large rubber cock moving deep in her ass.  After she felt as though she
was beginning to accommodate it's size, she moved herself slowly forward,
then pushed back quickly, taking it all the way again.

   It felt huge, and her asshole felt stretched, but it didn't hurt.  After
a minute or so, she began rocking herself back and forth experimentally,
with shallow movements at first, but soon fucking her ass along the whole
length of the rubber shaft.  She let out little whimpering sounds, feeling
her pussy getting wetter as she fucked herself like this.  She was getting
really turned on, wishing she could rub her pussy.  It felt like she was
close to cumming, but she couldn't make it happen.

   She bucked against the cock harder and harder, closing her eyes and
imagining Jamal behind her, his strong hands on her hips, forcing her to
take him hard and fast.  She licked her lips, the side of her tongue
touching the cold rim of the toilet, but she was too horny to even care. 
She licked the rim full on, as she held herself all the way back against
her dildo, imagining Jamal holding her face down and forcing her to do it.

   "Please let me cum, Jamal." She whispered, swiveling her hips, then
fucking herself again.  "Please let me cum..." But it was impossible to cum
without some stimulation for her pussy.  Mad with lust, she leaned forward
so that the rubber cock slipped out of her ass and then moved her hips,
getting the tip to settle between her pussy lips.  With a long moan, she
pushed back, taking the dildo all the way up her cunt in one smooth motion.

   She shuddered as the large cock slid up into her, and began to cum
almost immediately, the ropes digging into her wrists as she twisted and
spasmed.  She fucked herself through the orgasm, bucking back hard on the
large dildo, before finally relaxing, her body still twitching, her face on
the rim of the toilet, and the dildo buried most of the way in her pussy.

   She took some time to catch her breath, then slowly moved forward,
letting the rubber dick slip out of her pussy.  She moved her ass down and
back so that the tip of the thing rested on the small of her back, then
moved her ass carefully up, letting the cock head slide down along her
crack, until it was just above her asshole.  She moved slowly, getting the
tip against her little hole, and pushing back carefully, until she felt it
catch, and begin to push in, still slick from her pussy.  She held her
breath as she pushed back, opening herself up with the fat head of the
rubber cock, then swallowing the entire thing deep into her ass.

   ***

   When Jamal returned, a little while later, Lynn was still slowly rocking
back and forth along the length of the dildo.  She had found that it wasn't
at all unpleasant, now that she'd accommodated it, and especially moving
with long, slow strokes.  Jamal watched her for a moment before he spoke.

   "I'm glad to see you haven't been idle, Lynn."

   "Thank you, Jamal."

   "Did you cum, at all, while I was gone?"

   "Yes...  thank you, Jamal."

   The dildo slid easily in and out of her as she moved.  She was as ready
as she could be to accept Jamal's enormous cock into her ass.

   "I need to use the bathroom before we continue.  Open your mouth
please."

   She looked up at him, uncomprehending.  "My mouth?"

   "Yes, open your mouth."

   She did so, tentatively, as he stood over her and the toilet, and a
moment later, he began to piss directly in her mouth.

   "Keep it open!" he growled, and she was too surprised and afraid to
disobey.  "You don't have to swallow, just let it run out into the toilet."

   She kept as still as she could, tasting Jamal's piss as it splashed into
her open mouth, and spilled out into the toilet.  It was hard to believe
that he had found a way to make her feel even more degraded and humiliated.
Finally the stream stopped, rather abruptly.  She spit into the toilet.

   "Look up and open your mouth back up, Lynn."

   Without any other choice, she did as he said, and he rested the tip of
his cock on her lower lip.  He held her eyes, looking down on her, and she
felt a sudden, overwhelming sense that he owned her.

   "Do not spill anything.  I want you to swallow this last bit."

   Before she really understood this, he started pissing again, filling her
upturned mouth.  As he finished, he jiggled his dick lightly, and a drop of
piss landed up on her forehead.  She closed her mouth and fought against
her gag reflex as she swallowed the entire mouthful in one gulp.

   "Good job." he said, and crouched down in front of the toilet bowl.  He
took her by the hand, turning it slightly, and then picking at the rope
with his fingers.  Her hand clasped almost naturally with his as he untied
her, and as the rope unwound, she brought her arms back around the toilet
bowl.

   "Keep the dildo in your ass, please." he said, matter-of-factly, as he
wound the rope up.  She pushed back against the vanity, feeling the now
familiar sensation of the thick rubber cock sliding up into her ass.  Jamal
took her hand again, and helped her reach back as he pulled the dildo's
suction cup free of the vanity.  "Hold it in." he said, and took her other
hand, helping her to stand.

   She felt dizzy as she came to her feet, but Jamal steadied her.  Her
hand remained behind, holding the large dildo firmly up her ass.

   "Let's go out to the living room." He said, and released her hand.  She
walked, unsteadily at first, out of the bathroom and down the hall, feeling
the dildo moving inside of her.  Jamal led her into the living room and had
her stand, facing a chair, as he stripped off his clothes, and then sat in
it.

   "Take your practice cock out, now." he said.  She pulled, lightly,
letting the large thing slide smoothly out of her ass, holding it by the
base.  She held it lamely out in front of herself for a moment, then lifted
it to her lips, taking the tip into her mouth, and licking it over.

   Jamal smiled.  "Good girl." he said, and she felt ashamed and proud at
the praise.  She took the rubber cockhead out of her mouth and licked it
all around, from base to tip, tasting herself.  When she was done, Jamal
pointed to the nearby coffee table, and she put the thing down, then looked
back to him.

   He was completely hard, and held his cock pushed forward so that it
pointed straight up.  As big as the dildo she had just had up her ass was,
he was longer, and quite a bit thicker.  He gestured for her to approach,
and took her by the hands as she did, guiding her down onto her knees.  She
bent her head, and took him into her mouth.

   Though it was easier now, the threat of gagging was always present as
she bobbed her head shallowly on his warm, hard cock.  She let herself
drool on him as she licked and sucked the head, knowing that the more of
her spit that was on him the better it would be for her.

   "Okay." He said, shifting position.  "It's time." As he lifted her up,
she let her saliva run out onto his fat head, spitting one last time as he
pulled her to her feet.  He turned her around, and pulled her back toward
him, then held his cock straight again, guiding her down onto it.

   She allowed herself to be lowered, and felt the tip of his massive dick
against her asshole.  She slowed herself as the well-lubricated head began
to spread her little hole open.

   "Sit down, Lynn."

   She frowned, at the edge of tears again as she lowered herself on
shaking legs, forcing herself down onto Jamal's giant dick.  Even after the
hours of preparation, her little asshole was not ready to accept this
humongous thing, and she felt a tearing pain as she tried to force the
mushroom head of his cock into her tiny hole.  She let out a little cry and
then stood herself back up.

   "You'll have to do better than that, Lynn."

   "I can't...  it hurts too much."

   "I'm doing you a favor, giving you control here.  If you won't do it,
I'll just bend you over the couch, and shove it all the way up your ass in
one push.  Now get your ass around my cock."

   Again she squatted downward, and again, she felt the tip of his dick
against her asshole.  She closed her eyes and pushed downward until it hurt
too much, then lifted up again, leaving just the tip.  She repeated that
process, trying to get down a little further before she lifted back up,
then got herself into a kind of rhythm, bobbing her ass up and down over
Jamal's lap, very slowly taking more and more of his fat cock head into her
asshole, spreading herself just a tiny bit wider each time.

   "That's better." Jamal said.  She was having trouble making any more
progress, and so she closed her eyes and forced herself down, extra hard,
letting out a huge squealing groan as the head popped in.  She held herself
absolutely still, her asshole aching as it tried to accommodate this latest
intrusion.

   "Good girl, Lynn.  Now the rest."

   With the fat head in her ass, the pain gradually began to lessen, she
found that it was much easier to work her way down the shaft.  She felt
every inch of Jamal's cock as it slid up into her ass, spreading her wider
and wider the deeper it went.  It seemed to take forever, but she finally
felt the tops of his thighs and pushed a little harder and faster, until
she settled onto Jamal's lap, his entire, massive cock buried deep in her
ass.

   "There, that wasn't so hard, now was it." he said.  Lynn took in long,
slow breaths as she felt the long, hard thing throbbing inside of her. 
"Now fuck yourself."

   She took one last deep breath, then lifted herself upwards, feeling hard
cock sliding out of her ass.  She was careful not to let the head of his
dick pop out, and then sat herself slowly back down, taking every inch of
him again.  She made the same movement, this time a little more quickly,
and so began to fuck her ass with Jamal's massive cock.

   "A little faster, please."

   She put her hands on his knees and leaned forward, lifting her ass up
high, until just the head was inside of her, and sat very quickly down,
taking the whole thing up her ass in one quick motion.  She repeated this,
and soon found a rhythm, holding herself bent almost double, rocking
herself forward and back, fucking her ass hard and fast along the full
length of Jamal's cock.

   It seemed that her asshole was getting used to this new, larger
penetration, and the pain began to give way just to the sensation of moving
up down, cock sliding in and out of her ass.  Her little asshole was
stretched tightly, but no longer painfully around it.

   Jamal let her fuck herself like this for a long while before Lynn
finally felt him shift below her.  He took hold of her left shoulder and
put his right hand tightly on her right hip, pulling her down onto his lap.
Her feet lifted up off of the ground, and she felt him push deeper into
her, as her weight came down.  He held her like that for a moment, then
stood up, keeping her pulled tight back against his cock.

   Her feet found the ground again as they stood, and Jamal bent her over
about 45 degrees, letting his cock slowly out of her.  She felt a momentary
sharp pain as the head popped out of her asshole.  There was a pause, and
then he spread her right ass cheek with the heel of the hand on her hip. 
With her spread open like this, he thrust forward, the head of his cock
mashing against her asshole, and then popping back in.  She let out a long
cry of pain as the entire length of his cock slammed up her ass in one
vicious motion.  He held himself deep inside of her for just a moment
before sliding all the way out again.  This time she was ready when he
slammed forward, penetrating her asshole, and squeezing all the way up her
ass in one movement.

   He did this about a dozen times more, no longer pausing inside of her,
but sliding quickly all the way out, and then thrusting at her asshole,
popping her open each time, and slamming to the base of his cock, the whole
time holding her still and steady by the hip and shoulder.  No doubt he
knew that pulling all the way out, and then penetrating her each time was
more painful than straight fucking her ass.

   On the last of these, Jamal let her go as he thrust forward.  As his
pelvis slammed against her ass, she stumbled forward, tripping, and falling
over the arm of the couch.  Jamal laughed.

   "Not what I had in mind, but that'll work."

   He moved in behind her, and put a foot up on the couch, near her face.
He spit twice on her ass crack, and then she felt his cock against her
asshole.  He forced his way back into her ass, and the whole couch began to
rock as he fucked her.  After a moment, he shifted his weight, and lifted
his foot, stepping down on the side of her face.  She was forced to breathe
out of one corner of her mouth, barely getting enough air, as his foot
pressed her face into the couch cushions, his cock sliding smoothly in and
out of her ass.

   He began increasing the speed of his fucking first, then the force
behind each thrust.  It wasn't long before he was slamming into her so hard
that the couch began to creep sideways.  She felt no pain in her asshole
any more.  Just the sensation of the fierce, brutal penetration as he
slammed against her over and over again, his pelvis slapping against her
ass.

   Without warning, he stepped back from her in mid thrusting.  For a brief
moment, she thought he might be about to cum, and rejoiced at the
possibility of an end to her rape, or at least a respite while he recovered
himself.

   "Get on the floor, on your hands and knees."

   He sounded out of breath, but the commanding tone of his voice was the
same.  Lynn slowly climbed down off the arm of the chair, getting onto her
hands and knees.  She felt him move down behind her, then felt him push up
against her asshole again.

   "Your turn." he said.  "Push back.  Take me into your ass."

   She took a deep breath, relaxing as she pushed herself slowly back
against him.  She felt her little asshole opening up for him with relative
ease.  She squinted her eyes tightly as she pushed past the widest part of
the head and began working her way down the shaft.  She pushed back against
him, feeling his warm cock slowly filling her ass until her cheeks first
touched, then pressed tightly against his pelvis and thighs.

   She slowly let out her breath, and held herself very still, feeling her
asshole stretched tightly around Jamal's massive cock.

   "Good job.  Now fuck yourself on my cock, Lynn."

   She nodded, then rocked herself forward, feeling cock sliding out of her
ass, then pushed back again, taking him all the way.  She rocked back and
forth, first along just the bottom inch or two of his cock, then gradually
along more and more, until she was fucking herself along the entire length
of his shaft.  Her pussy was already soaking wet, and seemed to get even
more so as she fucked herself, and she fought the desire to rub herself. 
Every now and then, Jamal would pull back and out of her as she rocked
forward, and then line up the head of his cock so that she could take him
again.  After about five of these, he pulled out, but did not press back up
against her.

   "Come over here and get your mouth on my cock."

   Lynn turned around slowly, opening up and taking his cock deep into her
mouth.  She licked and sucked him for a while, tasting herself, until he
had her turn around again, and resume her position on hands and knees,
pushing back against Jamal's cock when she felt it press against her
asshole.  She let out a little whimpering whine as the head popped inside
of her then sighed softly as he sank slowly all the way into her.

   "You want to cum, little slut?"

   She did, and badly, her pussy aching for attention.  She struggled with
herself as she considered telling him yes.  What good did it do to deny it?
Would it save some kind of dignity or power by refusing to admit that she
wanted to cum?  She was here, fucking her own ass on Jamal's cock on his
command, and then licking him clean when he told her to.  There was no
dignity for her.  There was no reason to deny it.

   "Yes, please, Jamal."

   "Do you need to rub yourself?"

   "Yes, Jamal."

   "Go ahead, then."

   "Thank you, Jamal." She put her hand to her pussy, amazed at just how
wet she was, rubbing her clit, first slowly, then more rapidly, still
moving herself forward and back along Jamal's cock.  It didn't take her
long to get herself off, and she whimpered lightly, her body shaking, as
she came.  Jamal took hold of her hips as her rocking motion faltered, and
began fucking her ass himself, pounding her hard as the pleasure of the
orgasm shook her body.

   He continued fucking her when she finished cumming, and Lynn put her
other hand back on the floor, bracing herself as he slammed himself in and
out of her abused little hole.  He slammed into her very hard, knocking her
forward, his cock popping out of her ass.  She remained with her face and
tits against the floor, her ass still pointing up, expecting him to
penetrate her again.  After a minute he spoke.

   "If I pull out of you, you need to clean my cock with your mouth.  You
should not need to be told."

   Quickly, Lynn got herself up and turned toward him on her knees, licking
his cock all over, then taking him into her mouth and throat.  After a
minute or so of this, Jamal put her back on her hands and knees, and began
pounding her ass again, with all of his strength.

   He fucked her roughly for a long time, every now and then pulling out to
have her clean him off.  She had long ago lost track of how many times she
had been made to suck his cock from her ass.  She had another brief moment
of hope when he stood up, pulling out of her, and she turned with her mouth
open, ready to swallow his cum, but he only reached down grabbed her by the
hair, and pulling her up to her feet.

   He marched her to the wall and pushed her up against it, slapping her
inner thighs alternately until she spread her legs for him.  She felt his
cock moving between her ass cheeks and in seconds he'd found his target. 
She let out a low groan as he pushed up into her ass again.  He fucked her
just as roughly here, his hand still in her hair, pressing her face into
the wall, her small breasts mashing up against it with each thrust.

   When he released her, and took as step back, Lynn turned, sinking
shakily to her knees, and cleaned his cock with her mouth, taking him deep
in her throat.  He thrusted roughly into her throat a few times, and then
put her up against the wall again.  Now he pressed his whole body against
her, his hands tight around her wrists, holding her arms up over her head.
He held her like this, pressed against the wall, his cock moving smoothly
in and out of her ass.

   Eventually, he let one of her wrists go, his hand moving slowly down
along the length of her body, stroking her skin before reaching around to
touch her pussy.  Afraid to do anything else, she kept her hand raised up
above her head, against the wall.  Jamal whispered into her ear as he began
to stroke her wet pussy.

   "Cum for me, Lynn." he said.

   "Yes, Jamal." she said, letting herself drift toward orgasm.  It took
her a minute, but she came obediently on Jamal's hand, as he sodomized her
against the wall.

   "Good girl, Lynn." he said.

   "Thank you, Jamal." she said, her body shivering under his touch.

   When she finished cumming, Jamal fucked her for a little while longer,
then pulled out again.  He put Lynn on her knees and kept her there for a
long while after that, his cock filling her throat.  Finally, he pulled out
of her mouth and looked down on her.

   "I want you to crawl to the bedroom now.  Make sure you keep your ass in
the air."

   She nodded.  "Yes, Jamal." He walked behind her as she slowly crawled to
Chloe's bedroom, careful to do it properly.  She apparently did a good
enough job, because she received no reprimands on the way.  When they got
into the bedroom, Jamal put her up on the bed, on her back, with her ass at
the edge.  She lay back and spread her legs for him as he moved between
them, and let out soft moan of pleasure as he pushed his cock deep into her
pussy.

   She continued moaning as he fucked her, caring not at all whether or not
she should be ashamed to want to cum with this huge cock in her pussy. 
Before she could cum on his cock, though, he pulled out and tilted her hips
upwards, just a bit.  As he pushed forward this time, she felt her asshole
opening up, and he squeezed easily all the way up her ass, then began to
fuck her.

   He fucked her ass with long, slow strokes, which she was coming to
realize was her favorite way for it to happen.  It was hard to believe that
she now had a favorite kind of anal sex, but given that she was getting
ass-fucked whether she wanted to or not, this was definitely her favorite
way to do it.  Now that there was no longer any real pain, it just felt
sexual and, if she was honest, more than a little bit pleasurable.  Under
different circumstances, she could see herself enjoying doing this kind of
thing with a boyfriend.

   As Jamal's cock continued moving smoothly in and out of her asshole, he
began rubbing her clit softly.  She rotated her hips lightly as he did it,
feeling another orgasm coming.  As she approached the edge, she began
moaning lightly, and Jamal responded by rubbing her clit still more
vigorously.  She let out a long, shaking moan as she came.  Jamal kept
rubbing her clit as his massive cock slid slowly all the way in and out of
her asshole.  When she finished, he put his fingers to her mouth and she
tasted her pussy.

   She was still licking his fingers when, without any warning, he took
hold of her, pulling her roughly down to the floor, his cock slipping out
of her asshole.  He held her by the hair and began stroking himself over
her.  She immediately opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out to
catch his cum.  When he came, it was forcefully, spraying the inside of her
mouth with stream after stream of thick cum.

   She held it in her open mouth as he held her by the hair for a long
while, his body heaving above her, his large, but softening cock pressing
against her left cheek.  He was looking back and forth between her mouth
and her eyes, then held her gaze and nodded.  She closed her mouth and
swallowed his cum in one large gulp, which was easier to do than it might
otherwise have been, as she was quite hungry.

   He held her gaze and lowered her to the floor as she showed him her
empty mouth.  It was now getting late in the afternoon, and it couldn't be
too long before Chloe would return home.  Surely he would leave now.

   "I promise, I'll never tell anyone about this, Jamal." she said.  She
meant it, too.  She had no desire to do anything other than to forget that
this day had ever happened.  He half-smiled down at her.

   "Oh, we're not done yet, my little slut.  And you still need to clean my
cock."

   "I'm sorry..." she said, and quickly got up onto her knees, licking him
all over.  His cock remained long and thick, but mostly soft, sliding quite
easily down her throat as she sucked him.  After some time, he pulled back
and put her onto her hands and knees again, with her ass up in the air. 
She felt his fingers tracing around her asshole, pushing easily in and out.

   "You can wear a full size plug now." he said.  "Let's go down to the
basement."

   Again, he made her crawl in front of her, and she took pains to be
conscious of her position, keeping her ass upturned for him.  The stairs
leading down to the basement were rough and wooden, and the floor, when she
reached it, was cold.  She could see only shadows until Jamal turned on a
dingy light.  She saw shelves of sex toys and other sexual objects first,
then a cage and various tables and racks.  She couldn't believe all of this
stuff was in her sister's basement.

   Jamal walked her to an open area and had her stand, taking a ball gag
from a nearby hook.  She opened her mouth for the large red ball, and he
fastened it, tying leather straps with small buckles behind her head.

   "Hands in front of you, please.  Wrists together."

   She did as he said, and her wrists were soon tightly bound.  Next, he
bent her over a rough wooden table, and she could see him looking through
the various sex objects.  He took one, and moved behind her.  She felt some
kind of liquid dripping on her crack, then felt her asshole opening up for
something very large.  This new object stretched her even more than Jamal's
cock had done.  She grunted in pain, through the ball gag, but the thing
soon slipped into her ass and settled in, a flared end holding it in place.
She took a few deep breaths as her ass accommodated to this newest
intrusion.

   He gave her only a moment's rest, then stood her up again.  In his
hands, he had a pair of nipple clamps joined by a length of silvery chain.
Her brow furrowed as he took her first by the right nipple, squeezing on
the clip, then with the left one as well.  Lynn breathed evenly through her
nose as the pain radiated through her nipples.

   He led her like this to a rough, wooden contraption, something like a
sawhorse, helping her to step over it so that the wooden plank ran between
her thighs.  He adjusted it so that the rough cut wood pressed up against
her pussy as she stood up on her tip-toes to avoid it.  He then looped some
rope around the rope already binding her wrists, and put this length
through and eye-hook in a beam above her, pulling her arms up over her
head.

   He stood back and looked at her, her arms tied above her head, standing
shakily on tip-ties, with the rough wood plank right up against her pussy.
He seemed satisfied, and gave her a little smile before heading upstairs.

   Lynn put aside any thought that she might have some respite while Jamal
recovered enough to resume raping her.  She was able to keep up on her
tip-toes for only a couple of minutes before she was forced to lower
herself, feeling the rough wood digging painfully into the soft flesh of
her pussy.  She did her best to shift her weight around, but there was not
much that she could do, and as the minutes wore on, she began to cry,
silently, as she stood over the wooden horse, holding herself up on
tip-toes every few minutes to give her pussy some small relief.

   For a long time, he left her like this, and when she finally heard his
footsteps on the basement stairs, her heart raced with anticipation.  He
was wearing pants, but no shirt still, and he walked up to her, putting a
hand down to her pussy.  With an effort, she lifted herself up off of the
horse, and he began rubbing her pussy and clit, which was nothing but pain,
though she could feel that she was very wet.

   "Do you want me to fuck your ass again, Lynn?"

   She did her best to speak around the large ball gag, her words mostly
intelligible.  "No, Damal, pweeve dust wet we go..."

   He shook his head lightly as he continued rubbing her pussy, a cruel
smile forming.  He backed up, letting his fingers slide up her slit,
flicking her clit lightly as his hand left her pussy.  She lowered herself
onto her pussy again, letting her shaky legs rest.  Jamal went to one of
the many hooks on the side wall, and took what must have been some kind of
whip, with many long flat leather straps flowing from a braided leather
handle.  Lynn watched with trepidation as he turned to her.

   He watched her, silently for a moment, then raised the whip and struck
her across the breasts.  She let out a muffled cry as the dull pain in her
nipples exploded again, the chain dancing around, tugging on the nipple
clips.  He whipped her repeatedly, for several long minutes, mostly across
her breasts, but also on her stomach and her ass.  When at last he had
stopped, he hung the whip carefully back on its hook then took two wide,
leather cuffs, each with a large metal ring on the side, and approached
her.

   He put the first cuff on her right ankle, and then lifted her foot off
the ground, bending her knees and fastening the metal ring of the cuff to
some kind of clip on the horse.  This left her balanced on her left foot,
but she saw that this would not be for long.  He moved to her left side,
and put the second cuff around her left ankle, he then lifted her left foot
off the ground, bending that knee, and clipping it into place as well.

   The effect of this was that now Lynn's full weight was on her pussy,
pressed into the rough wooden plank, with no possibility of relief.  The
way that her legs were bent back also forced her body to tilt forward
somewhat, before her arms, secured above, held her back, meaning that her
clit was also getting mashed against the wood now.  The agony was
intolerable, and she was only barely aware that Jamal was also hanging
small weights from the chain between her clamped nipples.

   Jamal left her again, in the dimly lit basement.  Her body was in a haze
of pain, mostly centered on her pussy and her nipples, but her wrists,
arms, and shoulders were now becoming sore from stretching and chafing, as
were her ankles.  From time to time, she shifted herself, letting out fresh
sobs of pain as her pussy was mashed against the rough wood.  As the
minutes ticked by, she listened intently for Jamal's return, knowing that
she would do anything for him to release her.

   ***

   Lynn's fingers frantically rubbed her clit as these memories played
through her mind.  She was rough with herself, remembering how it felt
being tied on the rough wooden horse.  She felt her orgasm building and
began fucking herself with two fingers, pulling out every now and then to
rub her clit.  Her hips lifted off of the bed, her whole body tense as she
got closer and closer, until she came with a huge shuddering exhalation. 
She sank back down into the bed, her fingers slowly sliding in and out of
her pussy.  When her body finally relaxed, she turned onto her side,
letting her wet fingers slip from her cunt. 
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