It has been several weeks since the attack in my kitchen. I made the decision to move after that. I moved because I couldn't afford the place since losing my job and needed to downsize. Mainly I moved to avoid the man named "Master." I am terrified that he will kill me one of these days if I should ever really displease him. I will acknowledge that he does things to my body that gives me such pleasure, but that is merely my body's response nothing more.
I've started self medicating recently because the man evades my dreams. When I say dreams I speak of nightmares. I am terrified this man will find me again. I started taking a smoking pot to get any sleep, but some nights it totally misses the mark.
Tonight I took my necessary nightly cocktail and climbed into bed wearing only a simple thin nightgown. For some unknown reason it is working really well tonight and I am out like a light forgetting to turn off the lamp first.
I am awakened to feel my arms being moved above my head. I look up and see my nightmare standing over me completely naked. His body always is an impressive sight. His body is hard and completely muscled. I try to move but my body would not corporate. "You thought that you could hide from me by moving, but I will always find my good cunt who pleases me so well. It appears I spiked your drink while you were in the shower tonight, bitch," i hear the monster say. He has tied my arms outstretched to the headboard with rope. He then pulls my legs downwards and ties them to the foot of the bed.
"Please don't rape me again," I begin to plead with him. "This time you will tell me you want me and you will beg me to fuck you," he informs me. "I will never beg you to do shit to me," I hear myself shout. I hear that menacing laugh as he says directly in my ear, "Wanna bet, whore?" With that being said he climbs into my bed and straddles my hips. I can feel his dick flopping onto my belly. He leans downs and sucks on my neck while squeezing my breast roughly. I wince. His mouth travels down sucking on my skin until he reaches my breasts. He pinches my nipple hard as he bites under my breast. I can feel blood trickling down my side and onto the sheets. "Are you willing to let me fuck you now?" he asks. I merely shake my head vigorously.
"Very well then. I'll continue to convince you, but first you need to get my dick hard," he states. He straddles my face and his nuts are touching me chin. He grabs them and pushes them onto my lips. As i utter the word "no" he forces his sack into my mouth and orders me to suck on them. Feeling as if I have no choice I do as I am instructed. I know better than to bite him this time. I notice that his cock is now stiff and I know he is getting pleasure by me doing this. It encourages me to step up my game thinking this will make the torment end quicker. I hear him deeply inhale as he pinches my nose hard, which forces to stop sucking.
With his nuts out of my mouth he takes his cock towards my mouth. "Open up and let master fuck your mouth," he commands. I do as I am dictated. He inserts himself a little at a time until his cock is touching the back of my throat. He pounds into my mouth for what felt like forever. I start to gag and slightly threw up in my mouth. "Are you ready now to allow me to fuck you, because I am ready to fuck you hard, tramp?" he questions. "Never," I whisper. His look is dark and I am frightened.
He kneels between my legs. With one hand he inserts a couple of fingers into my pussy. "You have been lying to me, bitch. You are wet and ready for me," he screams. "I will never agree to letting you inside," I tell him as his fingers move in and out of me. He quickens the pace of his fingers until I feel I can't stand the pleasure any more. "Say it," he challenges. "I want you to fuck me hard," I hear myself say. "With pleasure," he says as he grabs his cock and rams into my throbbing pussy.
He remains immobile as he inserts his thumb into my asshole. With no movement of his thumb he pounds into me. He pounds long and hard. I will admit to myself that I enjoy being with him like this and probably would find intense pleasure if I was given a choice in the matter. He pushes his thumb further inside of me as I feel my body start to climax. My climax is lengthy and I feel I may die of sheer pleasure. Moments after my climax I feel his seed enter me.
"Did you enjoy my cock tonight?" he questions. "Yes," I admit. "If i cut you lose will you be a good girl and stay where you are?" he asks. I nod. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a knife to cut the rope. As he is putting his clothes back on he informs me, "You will not hide from me again or I will seriously hurt you next time." Feeling a little brave I state, "I will come to you willingly if you promise to quit hurting me." For the first time since meeting him his expression softens a bit. "Very well," he says as he walks out of the door.
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