Rachel just stands there, shocked, reeling from the idea that he had just pissed all over her… like he was a dog and she was his territory. Oddly, she felt a little spasm in her cunt at that thought… but forgets quickly when the hot water hits her. It was too hot, it hurt… but it also felt good, she wished she could scrub herself under it. She hears popping sounds of bottles opening and closing, then feels a cool, thick gel on her head, which he roughly but thoroughly worked into her hair, and rinsed just as quickly away. He treated the rest of her about the same… brusque, rough, but thorough… when he says ‘spread your legs, slut’ she doesn’t even think twice, but winces when he turns the full force of the hot water against her cunt. She feels his other hand between her legs, spreading her open as he sprays her out… and her knees buckle slightly, breath hissing through her teeth, when the pounding water hits her clit… but he doesn’t let it stay and she almost groans aloud in disappointment, then wonders again at herself “How can I be liking any part of this? Dear gods what the fuck is wrong with me?”
Somehow showering her like she was a helpless child had him hard as a rock and throbbing by the time he even got to her pussy… and her not-so-subtle reaction to the water pressure on her clit had not gone unnoticed. He wanted to bend her over and pound into that little hole… both of them… so badly he could barely stand it, but he stuck to the plan formulating in his mind. “Turn around” he barked “and bend over, I want your face on the wall. And then don’t fucking move.” He watched her obey awkwardly, having to spread her legs wide and resting the side of her face and her chest against the wall of the shower. He took a moment to admire the view… water running down her asscrack and over her pussy lips… reached down and flicked the water back to ‘bath’, then turned down the pressure just a bit. Grabbing the rubber hose by the bulb end, he fits the open part of the bulb over the running spigot, causing water to immediately start gushing out of the other end of the hose, and clamps it down tight. He adjusts the pressure of the water again until it’s a steady, but not too forceful, stream coming out of the end of the hose. Satified that part was ready, he turns his gaze to Rachel’s big, perfect ass… thrust out for him… he spreads her cheeks further apart with both hands and can’t resist poking at her tight anus with his tongue for awhile, feeling her wiggle and squirm.
Rachel’s mind is a riot of conflicting thoughts and emotions throughout the shower… humiliation, pain, and fear all mixed up with the pleasure of being clean, the undeniable feeling of being turned on building in her at being so… helpless. That was it… even thinking the word caused that knot of painful arousal in her stomach to twist, her clit to throb a little harder. When she had to turn and face the wall, she couldn’t stop the thought “Is he finally going to fuck me now?” from flashing through her mind, and was immediately ashamed. She couldn’t WANT him to rape her, she just couldn’t… the ‘finally’ must just be from being scared for so long… she tried to mollify her horrified thoughts as she rested her face and shoulders against the wall, having to plant her feet far apart for balance because she didn’t have her hands… her face burned against the cold tile at how she must look… she could almost feel his eyes boring into her exposed pussy. When she felt his tongue against her asshole, she gasped in shock, and tried to fight the urge to move away, heart rate doubling in an instant as she began to think of her ass as a target…
Josh tongued that little, wrinkled hole for a little while, not poking in too far, before he took one finger and began to worm it into what was obviously a completely unused asshole… as he worked, he demanded “Hey piggy… you ever been fucked in your ass? Because after this weekend” pushing his finger in harder “the answer to that will be yes.” He worked a couple of inches of his finger in and out of her back hole for a moment, feeling her shake and hearing her start to cry again “But see… I don’t like shit on my dick. So before we play… ” he reaches down and grabs the end of the hose, popping his finger out, and then shoves the end of it in her ass. It was about the same size as his finger and went in easily for a couple of inches. “I’m going to clean you out… make lots of room for my cock all up in your ass” coughing a little from he strain of his fake, gravelly voice. He holds it firmly to keep it from being pushed out while the steady stream of hot water runs up into her bowels.
Rachel bites her lip hard to not scream and closes her eyes tight when his finger penetrates her ass, tormented by the idea of his long cock in there… but her eyes fly open behind the blindfold and her whole body clenches as she hears his plans and feels the rough edge of the hose pushed into her anus… and the rush of hot water filling her makes her tremble like a leaf. Never in her wildest, worst nightmares did she ever imagine herself in this situation… the water seemed to grow hotter, heavier inside her, until she was sure there was no way she wasn’t going to explode and spray filthy water all over her bathroom… just as she’s about to let go, she hears him say “Clench up NOW, cunt… if you let so much as a drop of this out before I tell you to, you will be in a world of fucking hurt…” and he removes the hose from her bottom. She feels bloated, more full than she can ever remember, and strains valiantly to keep her muscles tight.
Josh watches her shake with tension as she desperately tries to hold the water in… but he knows no matter how scared she is, she won’t be able to do it for long. He picks her up easily out of the tub, strength belying his apparent scrawniness, and sits her on the toilet. “Now, piggy… let all the nasty out…” and stands back, watching the pain and relief play over her features as she evacuates loudly into the toilet. Once the sounds stop, he reaches over her to flush and instructs her to stand up, then guides her back into the tub, bending her back over, running a little water down her crack, and pushes the hose back in… after the third time, there was finally just clear water in the toilet and he put her back in the tub for a final rinse. “Turn and face the wall, be fucking still… if you move at all, if I catch you trying to look at me, I’ll kill you where you stand” he commands, digging in his bag again and coming out with a wad of black, shiny material.
Rachel shakes her head quickly, stammering “No, no, I won’t, I won’t move” and stands still, shivering as much from nerves as the damp cold, wondering what on earth he’s going to do to her now…
Reaching up behind her head, he picks the knot of her soaked stocking out of the tangled, wet mass of her hair, giving untying it one halfhearted try before grabbing his knife and sliding it under the material, severing it in two with a tiny flick of the razor sharp blade. Smoothing her hair back from her face with his fingertips, her realizes he forgot something when he was making this… he supposed it was just as well he never got to use it before now. Josh had a collection of homeade BSDM equipment, that he made in his plentiful spare time… this was his take on a sensory deprivation hood he’d seen online. He didn’t like the way they enclosed the mouth and jaw… it seemed limiting to the user, even with various ways to open it up like zippers. One night, half-paying attention to an old Batman movie, it struck him how perfect the design of Catwoman’s hood was for his purpose… with the eyes filled in, of course. He scoured the internet looking for a good, sturdy, sexy costume… and modified the hood. It was now a solid piece the reached across the nose and cheekbones, covered the ears, but left the cheeks, jaw, mouth all bare… it went under the chin into a collar-like band that could be zipped down the neck. He had actually left the pointy kitty ears on top, finding them cute. The problem, he was noting now, was that while the hood might readily contain miss pfieffer’s short curls, it was nowhere near fitting over Rachel’s masses of black hair. Shrugging, he stuck his knife in the back of it and slit it most of the way open. He pulled her back to the outer edge of the tub and yanked the hood over her head, then lifted up her wet, drippy hair, pulling the mask down tight against her face and securing it behind her neck, reaching around with the tips of his fingers to make sure it rests right on her face… completely blocking her vision, but the rest free. Grabbing a towel that was hanging over the bar, he squeezes as much of the water out of her hair as he can, jerking her head around roughly, then leads her out of the tub, rubbing the rest of her more or less dry very quickly. Pushing her ahead of him, he lets her own momentum make her fall on the bed face first, watching with a smirk as she struggled to recover some grace with her wrists tied behind her back.
Rachel manages to turn herself most of the way over, spitting out hair and wriggling uncomfortably. It seemed as soon as one discomfort faded, another was waiting to take it’s place… her shoulders had been pulled back for so long that jarring them when she fell had left them screaming with pain, and even half-sitting up to take the pressure off left an ache that burned down to the tips of her fingers through the numbness of being tied. Groaning, she fell back onto the bed and rolled onto her face, barely paying attention to her legs falling apart, and clenches and unclenches her fingers and tries to relax her arms. She tilts her head from side to side, wondering at this weird mask he’s put on her… at any rate, she could breathe much better, so whatever it was she was absurdly grateful… she’d actually had to fight the urge to say ‘thank you’ when he’d pulled the wet, stinking fabric of her stocking off her nose and eyes. As if she should thank him for undoing what he did… she couldn’t understand it. She was so confused… sometimes she would catch herself feeling so turned on, she almost forgot he was taking advantage of her and start to respond… other times she felt sick and disgusted and ashamed, afraid. He kept hurting her, threatening to kill her, and she was so scared that no matter what she did, he might do it anyway. Then again, sometimes he confused her that way too… hurting her with one breath and then rubbing her legs as he had the night before, the gentle touch of his tongue and the tips of his fingers on her face and in her hair. It was all too much, so she just lay there waiting, trying to relieve the pressure on her shoulders and the tingling numbness in her fingers.
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