Shattered Aggression

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.

Occasional Strangers

It has been several weeks since I sought Clyde out at the bar. I have berated myself on so many different levels for seeking him out that night. It is one thing to go out looking for dick. It is another thing entirely to go out seeking a particular dick. I am a strong independent woman who needs not chase the dick. If the dick wants me he can come and find me.

I am at the grocery store for some much needed food for my house, when my cart collides with another one. I look up to see those eyes I've been avoiding for weeks. For moments we merely stare at each other. "This cannot be happening to me," I mutter to myself. "It is good to see you, Molly," he says as he walks around to me. He walks behind me and fondles my ass with his hands. I gasp, "We can't do this here." "Where would you like to go, pet?" he asks. "Nowhere. We can't keep doing this. I am a strong independent woman who does not need your dick," I inform. "That's your choice," he says as he walks to his cart and maneuvers away from me.

"I've made the right decision," I tell myself as I continue to do my shopping. "What harm would one more encounter cause?" I question myself. I rush through the store seeking Clyde before I can change my mind. When I locate him I walk over to him, I lean in close to him and rub the front of his jeans. I whisper, "Where can we go?" He walks away from his cart towards the back of the store. I follow him almost jogging to keep up.

We enter the ladies restroom and he leads up to a stall. He guides me to sit down on the toilet and unzips his jeans. "I want you to blow me and get my dick super hard so I can fuck you improperly," he exclaims.With fumbling hands I reach into his pants and pull out his cock. He is semi-aroused and bracing himself with his hands on the stall walls. I lean in and lick lightly the hole in the head. Gradually I insert just the head as I stroke him with my hand. I take more and more of his dick into my mouth as I cup his balls firmly with my hands. I take as much of him as I can until I start to gag.

He stands me up. "Take your shorts and panties off," he insists. He sits down on the toilet and has me straddle him. He guides his cock into my already wet pussy. With his hands firmly on my ass he maneuvers me up and down on his dick. He starts out at a sedate pace and quickens the pace with each thrust. Soon he has me pounding fast on top of him. He goes deeper inside of me with each drive. Suddenly my muscles tighten and I feel myself climax on top of him.

"I'm not done, pet," he informs me. He stands me up and bends me over holding onto the tank of the toilet. He probes me from behind. With each pound he goes harder, deeper, and faster. I don't know if I can take much more as I start to cum again. Within seconds he stiffens and pulls out. He shoots his cum into the toilet between my legs.  

He reaches down and picks up my panties and shorts and hands them to me. I begin to redress myself. He pulls up his jeans and fastens them back "Always a pleasure to see you, Molly," he says as he reaches for the lock of the stall. "Clyde," I say stopping his departure. "Would it be possible to see you in a more traditional sense?" "Whatever do you mean, doll?" he asks with a mischievous grin. "I was thinking maybe you could take me out on a simple date and then you could simply take me in every room of my house," I inquire. "I think we could actually do that," he say as he leans over to kiss my cheek. With that he is gone.

I step out of the stall slightly infuriated, because no future plans were made. I am washing my hands and face, when the door of the handicapped stall bangs opens and a grey haired lady with a cane steps out. "If you kids are going to fuck in the grocery store restroom, you could at least be quiet about it," she shouts as she exits. I am so mortified.