As I lay there, blindfolded, bound, and gagged, I thought back to how it all had started. I am or was an attractive, popular small town girl. I had it all. I was 21, 5'7, 125lbs with honey red hair and ice blue eyes, with a 36D bust that I was quite proud of. I was also bored. There was never anything to do in town. I hungered for the excitement of the city.

Mardi Gras was only a couple of days away and I was determined to be in New Orleans for the festivities. If I had only known then what I know now...

I knew that my father would never let me go, so I told him that I was spending a week or so with my cousins in Florida. He never suspected a thing. A couple of my friends had booked a hotel room not far from Bourbon Street and I tagged along with them.

Once we arrived and I finished unpacking, I showered and dressed for the streets. For me that meant a thin wrap-around skirt with a lacy tank top. It was hot outside and anyway, I knew I looked good in the outfit.

At first I didn't have any problems. I was just like any other tourist. However as the day turned to night, things changed.

I was walking along Bourbon Street, drinking and laughing with my friends, not seeing the danger that awaited me. By the time I realized that I had become separated from my friends it was already too late. A man had been watching me from a distance since earlier that day. When he noticed my friends and I become separated, he closed the distance.

The crowds were huge and crushing and I was disoriented both from the alcohol and my unfamiliarity with the city. It was easy to for him to lure me away from the crowded street with lies about having seen my friends going around the corner. He led me through a maze of streets. I completely lost track of where we were. We could have traveled blocks or miles for all I knew. I had no way of knowing.

Finally, he shoved me through a doorway.

I stumbled though it and he slammed and locked the door behind us. I still didn't understand what was happening to me. I didn't realize the predicament I was in until he started to approach me with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

My eyes widened fright and I started to cry out as I began to understand what he meant to do to me. I begged him to let me alone. I had never been with a man before. I was, in fact, still a virgin. As I said it, I realized that, that admission only made him more eager to have me.

He told me to stand before him. When I refused, he slapped me across the face hard enough that I saw stars. He then repeated his order explaining that the punishments would become harsher if I continued to disobey him. He stared hungrily at me as I stood there helplessly crying. He told me to remove my top. I was afraid, so I did what he told me.

He circled me slowly and told me to slowly slide my skirt down inch by inch. What choice did I have? I was locked in this house with him and he had the key. As my skirt slowly slid down past my pelvis I wished I had worn underwear that day. Even my lacy thong would have been something. As it was though, he had a perfect view of my unshaven pussy. When my skirt was in a puddle around my feet, he told me to step away from it. He said I wouldn't be needing it any longer or any other clothes for that matter.

I tried to cover myself with my hands and that earned me another resounding slap. He yelled that I was to never hide myself from his eyes. He said that from this moment on I was his and he could do any thing he wanted to do to me. He told me to lie down on the bed with my arms and legs stretched as far apart as I could. Once I was there, he sat upon my stomach and placed restraints around my wrists and ankles. He then chained them to the four corners of the bed.

Now he stared at me. He stared so long and hard that I couldn't help squirming. He touched my breast, my stomach, and then my legs. Always with a feather light touch that stopped just short of tickling. When he placed his mouth upon my nipple, I thought I would explode from the feelings. He slowly traced a line with his hot mouth from my breast to my navel and then lower.

I tensed as he approached my curls. No one else had ever touched me there before. I was excited and scared. I didn't know what to expect. He slid his tongue down around my outer lips, teasing me, making me want...making me want something to relieve the tension. I grew wetter than I had ever been before. Gently he licked at my clit, nibbled at it, teased me not letting me cum until I grew desperate. Then he slid one finger inside me until it reached my hymen. He pumped it in and out, driving me crazy with need.

Then he stood up away from me. He stared at my suffering unsatisfied body. He asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted to cum. He asked me what I would do to be allowed to cum. Oh God, I'll do anything, anything just let me cum. "How do you address me, slave?" was accompanied by a sharp pinching twist to both of my still very hard nipples. As I moaned in pain that was greater than any I `d known before, he said, "I'm waiting, slave."

"M-Master, please let me cum." I gasped. With that he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I had never seen a cock before and this one was a monster. Ten inches long and four inches thick, I thought it would kill me. As I stared at him I lost my desire in an overwhelming wave of fear. It would split me open. "Oh no, please no... Don't do that." My begging only seemed to make it grow bigger.

I could do nothing to protect myself, spread open as I was. I had no defense, as he approached my pussy with his cock pointing straight at me. He didn't even bother lubricating his cock. He just pushed it in me. I thought for sure the first thrust was going to kill me, but nothing prepared me for the pain of when he reached my hymen.

He slammed into me tearing through, my screams of agony just driving him on. As my blood helped lubricate my violated pussy, he slammed into me harder and harder until he reached my cervix. The pain was overwhelming, I almost passed out. Then he pulled out until just the head was still inside me.

I was thankful for the relief, until he slammed all ten inches back inside me. Up and into my cervix. That must have been his intention all along. I felt his balls unleash their hot load deep in my womb. He had made me pregnant. I just knew it. It was that time in my cycle. I laid there crying, mortified at what had just happened to me. I was terrified that he was going to kill me now that he was done raping me. If only he had...

Instead he pulled his still semi-hard cock out of my aching pussy. He went to a nearby dresser and picked up what looked to be a handful of chains. It turned out I was in for even more pain and terror. He told me step by step what he planned to do to me. First, he was going to attach nipple clamps to my sore nipples, then a clamp to my clit. He teased my nipples until they were rock hard once again and placed the devices tightly on them. I screamed I never knew there could be such pain. He slapped me and told me to shut up.

I was still whimpering, I couldn't help it. So he got this rubber ball attached to a leather strap. He told me to open my mouth. When I didn't, he yanked on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. When I screamed he shoved the ball gag in my mouth and tied it behind my head. Now I could barely breathe, much less scream. He hadn't blindfolded me yet. He wanted me to see what he was doing.

He moved lower on my body. Down to my most private part that he had just violated. He bent his mouth over my curls and licked sending shivers up my spine. He teased my clit until it was hard again. Then he attached the clamp. If it hadn't been for the gag in my mouth, I'm sure they'd have heard my scream all the way to Florida. Now he teased me, back and forth pleasure then pain, pain then pleasure, until I didn't know which was which any more. He would touch me gently one minute, then pull on one of the chains the next.

I was becoming delirious with the need to cum. When suddenly, he stopped. He went back over to the dresser and returned with a plastic cock with a cord. I didn't know what to think. It was huge, bigger than the cock he had so violently raped me with before. I started whimpering again. It had to be at least 12 inches long and a good 6 inches thick. This time he used lubrication on it. He placed a pillow under my lower back. Then placed the dildo at the opening to my anus. He was going to try to put that thing in my ass!! I tried to thrash around but it did me no good. He pushed it slowly but steadily into my ass.

Every once in a while he would turn it a little, I don't know if he did this to cause me more pain (which it did) or to more fully lubricate the dildo.

Finally, it was all the way inside my ass. Now I found out what that cord was for. It was a control device. It controlled both the speed of the vibrations and the amount of jolt he would give me. See this was no usual vibrator. It had a steel tip that extended at the press of a button. He used the electric jolts to punish me when I didn't do exactly as he wanted.

Now that my ass was filled, he went back to the dresser. This time I recognized what he had right away. It was a whip. The handle was 8 inches of braided leather. There were 6 leather thongs attached to it. Each thong was 12 inches long. I was terrified. Now he was going to kill me. I knew it. He was going to beat me to death in this humiliating position.

The first lash of the whip landed on my already sore breasts. The next on my flat stomach. He varied the strokes so I would never know where they would hit or how hard. Some where feather touches. Others left welts. I don't know how long he beat me, I must have passed out at some point. The next thing I knew was the searing pain in my ass as he turned up the juice on the dildo. I was instantly alert.

Beating me had made him hard again. He came at me with his engorged cock. He meant to fuck my pussy again, while that dildo was still in my ass. Oh, God. This couldn't be happening to me. He rammed his cock deep inside my pussy. Between the dildo in my ass and his cock in my pussy, I thought I was going to burst. Finally he settled into a rhythm and I could deal with the pain.

Actually, it didn't feel too bad. Until he pulled on the chain connected to my clit. The clamps dug into the tender skin and I almost fainted again. He stopped that by sending another jolt into my ass. That caused my abdominal muscles to contract and release uncontrollably. That must have been his goal, because suddenly I felt the same rush of warmth inside me as the first time he raped me.

This time I could tell he was tired. I thought this is it. Either he's going to let me go or he's going to kill me. I didn't know which was worse. Being killed by this maniac or being sent home raped and pregnant. But he surprised me again. That was when he blindfolded me and left. At least I think he left.

I heard a door open and close. But he could be sitting there watching me. Staring at me, while I lay here helpless. Now I lay here waiting. Waiting for what I don't know. I wished I could go home. I wished I had never left home. God, how could I have been so stupid?

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