She peered through darkness once again.
“no… I told you… please… this… this is a mistake…”
“Oh, no, no, no, not a mistake, whore, this is most definitely NOT a mistake. And you not knowing who I am is a welcome bonus then.”
He reached into his jacket once again.
“Let’s keep it that way. I’ll need some light here, you know. If you’re gonna show me that body of yours.”
With these words he brought forth the piece of black cloth he got outside of his pocket. He knelt beside her. He was not a tender men and blindfolding Donna was not a tender act. She froze with fear. She froze with fear and dared not resist. His strong, big hands worked on her face and in mere seconds she was blind. Her shivering intensified. At least the darkness of the room was varied. Now she was cuffed to the bed and blindfolded, her eyes hurting from the pressure. Now she was blind, helpless and completely under his control.
Donna started crying again. Her tears soaked the blindfold. Loud sobs ripped through her. She tried to keep them down but she was barely in control of her own lungs and throat. She was pleading.
“please… God… please… please… just take what you want, please, just take what you want and go, please, please, please, please… just don’t hurt anyone, please…”
There was a flick of the switch as the man turned the lights on. Only a miniscule change from black to the darkest shade of grey before Donna’s eyes.
“You keep your fucking voice down, woman, or you might have to start learning to use another mouth – on your throat this time.
She sobbed and cried on but tried to keep it down. She could hear him ruffle and move around the room. Was he going through her stuff? Looking for money? In her bedroom?
But then, his weight was upon her, all over again. She let out a small, startled scream.
“I thought I told you to keep your voice down, whore!!! Are you trying to piss me off or are you just that stupid?”
There was a sudden explosion of white light in front of her eyes. He slapped her again, but this time around the slap was followed by another. And another, each one harder than the previous. She could not fight back, she could not avoid them, she could not even see. She was completely and utterly helpless and panic started taking over.
There was fire in her cheeks and a warm trickle down from her nose.
“Bleedin’ so early in the night, eh? None of it would have happened if you kept your fucking voice down like I told you.”
“please.. please… don’t… don’t hit me… i’ll keep it down… please…”
Donna was barely able to speak but she had to. She had to. She had to do anything just to prevent him from hitting her again, from hurting her for real. She could not escape, she could not fight, all she could do was obey and hope he’d be pleased.
“Oh, I am sure you will. After all, it will be rather hard for you to speak with this thing in your mouth.”
This… thing? What was he…
Donna first felt him shift weight on the bed. She felt him above her and on her. She felt him near her. Nearer than any moment before. Nearer than she ever thought anyone would get. Then she heard the sound. There was no mistake. She knew this sound. It was the sound she heard so many times before. The sound of a zipper opening.
A moment later something hot and slippery touched her face.
“Open your fucking mouth, bitch!! Open wide!!!”
She felt his penis on her skin, she felt it burn her like hot coals as she pressed her jaws together tight, as she instinctively backed off, trying to turn her head away from him.
No, she thought. No, she thought, because saying it would require her to do exactly what he wanted her to do – open her mouth. No. No. No. No.
She pushed back into the pillow in the vain attempt to get away from him.
Then he grabbed her hair again. Then he pulled her head towards his crotch.
“Ohh, I see, you’re suddenly a decent lady. A model wife and mother, are you? Suddenly, you remember the concept of shame, eh?”
His fingers started parting her lips. Her teeth were still tightly pressed together.
“Too bad everyone in the audience knows this is just a playact, bitch. You might as well drop it. Open your fucking mouth NOW!!!”
She couldn’t… She couldn’t. She struggled with everything she had there. Donna struggled in silence as tears kept soaking the cloth.
Then he hit her again. This time this was not just a mere slap. This time it really hurt. This time Donna could taste blood in her mouth.
“Open up fucking NOW, whore!!!!!”
He pulled her head towards himself. Donna resisted with all her strength.
No, Lord, please, just not that, please, no, I don’t deserve this.
“I see I have to remind you just who’s calling the shots here, whore!!!”
Suddenly a sharp pain in her left temple, just above the blindfold.
He pressed the blade into her skin. Donna felt a thin cut appear. Then blood followed.
“You want to walk around the world with only one eye from now on? You want that? Answer me!!!”
Donna sobbed. She tried to control her breathing.
“nnnno… no.. please… no…”
“I thought so. Then open your fucking mouth before I poke that fucking eye out.”
Donna was defeated. She knew she was. It didn’t make her feel any better to know there was no choice. She relaxed her jaw muscles.
Dear Lord, why why why why…
“That’s it, whore, that’s it.” The man’s voice radiated pleasure. “Open wide. No need to tell you that, should you happen to bite me or do something similarly stupid, you’re not going to live to see your kids again, is there?”
Donna shook her head. No. She was defeated.
The man grabbed her head with both hands and inserted his penis into her mouth.
“Let’s see what this cock-hungry momma can do for me here after all the tease and promises.”
Donna opened her mouth as wide as possible, to accommodate his hard, throbbing penis. Her husband was very fond of her oral skills and she loved giving him pleasure this way, but this… this was different. The man wasn’t interested in her giving him a blowjob. The man was not interested in her technique, let alone pleasure or emotions. The man was only interested in using her. The man simply held her head in place with his strong hands and fucked her face. He fucked her deep and hard, breathing heavily along the way.
“You like that cock, bitch, eh? You like it? You ever had it in your throat, eh?”
His hips worked harder, as his swollen, hot cockhead worked its way down her mouth cavity and into her throat. Donna pushed her head back and into the pillow as much as she could but his hands wouldn’t let her back away more than few millimetres. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was his to be used. To be used, humiliated and fucked.
The man pulled way back before slamming inside once again. His cock penetrated her throat. Donna gagged. He backed away again, only to stick it down her throat again, deeper than before, more savagely, more brutally.
Donna was choking all over again. But this time it wasn’t his hands on her neck. This time it was his penis penetrating her throat, making her gag and choke and struggle helplessly.
The man would pull it out completely and rub it against her face. Donna could feel her own spit and his precum getting smeared across her skin. Then he’d just stick it back in again, moaning from pleasure and calling her rude, horrible names.
“You love this shit, whore, eh? I bet your hubby never got this special brand of deep treatment, eh? Imagine his joy when you demonstrate to him your freshly honed deepthroating skills. In that little moment of family joy, please remember the guy who taught you all you needed to know about pleasuring the man.”
He pushed in savagely, again. His cock penetrated her throat deeply, as his balls slammed into her chin. Donna cried a horrible, muffled scream of pain, fear and shame. Her nose was buried into his pubic hair and all of her air was cut. Instead of pulling out, the man left his cock inside, keeping Donna’s head firmly in place. She struggled, she tried pulling away from him, she tried everything short of biting into his penis. She was fighting for air, fighting for her life, fighting against the red mist in front of her eyes, but with no success.
Only mere moments before she fainted, the man pulled out. Donna coughed and inhaled greedily, spitting mucus and saliva down her chin.
“Nasty shit, eh? I love it, Donna, I love seeing just how fucking helpless you are. You are a whore that deserves every kind of sick and depraved treatment one can think of. And I know you deserve every fucking bit of it. In fact, I am pretty sure you like it, hell, you should be paying me for this shit.”
With these words he pushed his penis in again. And this time around he kept her nostrils pressed together tight. Donna’s whole body thrashed in helpless struggle for life and air. The bed made noises but other than that, it was a silent proceeding. The woman moaned deep moans of mortal fear and pain. The man moaned deep moans of pleasure.
“You fucking bitch”, he said as he pulled out again, rubbing his penis against her forehead and hair. “I love when you wiggle like that. I love when you fight like that, Donna. You are better than I hoped for.”
Then suddenly there was a shift in the weight. He was not sitting on her chest any longer. She could hear him move.
Then… Then the cold blade was at her throat again.
“What do you say we take this show further down the road, eh? I like foreplay, foreplay’s good for the general mood, but let’s remember the appetizers are there just to get us ready, not feed us. Let’s move on to the main dish, shall we?”
Donna was still trying to get control of her breathing. She panted, hard. She could think just of the same two words over and over again.
“please…. please… no…”
“You’re slowly starting to get on my nerves with that rejection fetish you have there.” The man grabbed the fabric of her nightgown. “By now you have surely realised you are going to be raped here and now. And there’s nothing you can say that’ll make me change my mind about it. I know you’re married. I know you have kids. I know you claim you never cheated on your husband. That’s pretty hard to believe but honestly I don’t give a shit. I wanted to fuck you ever since I talked to you first and you never wanted anything more than a game of teasing. Fine. You had your fun, now let me have mine. Cooperate and I will let you live. I won’t even damage you… much.”
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