His hands alternated from being soft and gentle to stinging tools of pain.
I felt his hand reach below my waist again and this time he roughly stuck two or three fingers into me. Oh my god, I wanted to scream, but I was too frightened too. He stood there fingering my dry cunt hard. I was absolutely in agony in every part of my body. He kept finger fucking me and started stroking his cock at the same time. My cunt screamed each time his fingers went in, and he pushed harder each time. I was on fire.
“Listen up, you little slut. The rules are simple. Peter is gonna cum in a few seconds. Into your open, waiting, cunt of a mouth, or Peter is gonna hurt you so badly, you will pray for death. Do you understand?”
Oh god, yes I understood. I wasn’t about to let him hurt me unnecessarily, and was resolved to do as he asked. I managed to nod my head once, before he jerked twice and aimed his hot seed at my mouth. I did manage to open my mouth and get most of it, but obviously I didn’t get enough because he slapped my face hard, and then he slapped my tits again.
“You cunt!” he screamed. “You filthy fucking cunt! Peter said all of it. Peter meant all of it.” And he proceeded to use his fingers to push the cum from my face into my mouth. Roughly. “Suck Peter’s cock seed now you bitch,” he screamed. Then he slapped me several times again, then turned, switched the light off, and was gone.
Oh my god. What on earth could I do? Nothing! I was already thinking whether I should resist him or not. My mind was reeling, and my body was in total pain.
No sooner had I settled than he was back again. This time he just pushed open the door, spat at me and left.
I slept. I know I slept. When I awoke whatever cum was still on my face had crusted. How long I slept I didn’t know. There were no windows in the room. I couldn’t tell night from day. I hurt everywhere.
My tits hurt, my cunt hurt. My face hurt. My whole fucking body was in agony.
He came back again. Suddenly the lights went on, with a sharp pain in my eyes. I couldn’t shield my eyes from the harsh light. And this time he mounted me. He walked around to the bottom of the bed, and got on, pushing my legs further apart. Oh god, no, I silently prayed.
He got into position, and I felt his cock at my cunt lips. He just pushed and pushed until he was in, and he lay on top of me. I could smell his fetid breath, I could feel his breath. He grunted and started fucking me. Hard. All the while cursing me and yelling obscenities at me.
He was fucking me so hard I thought he might tear me. He stopped only occasionally to slap my tits or pull my nipples. I wondered how long he would keep fucking me. He was hurting me. Love making is supposed to be fun. This was sheer torture.
Finally, he came, and I felt his warm seed explode inside me. I cried in relief, and shame.
He grunted as he got off me and came around to my head.
“Listen closely, bitch,” he snarled. “You are gonna suck Peter’s cock clean right now. And Peter warns you. Don’t even think bout trying to bite Peter’s cock off, because if you even nick Peter’s cock with your teeth, you won’t have any teeth left, and Peter will stick each tooth up your cunt with his fingers – one by one.”
He then pushed his cunt covered cock into my mouth. I wanted to vomit again, but knew there was nothing left to even dry-reach up. I sucked at his cock, and gagged, and sucked more, and gagged more, but kept sucking. He finally withdrew and I watched his cock shrink. In, I don’t know how many hours, this was the first time I had seen him flaccid.
What he did next was beyond intrusive. It was beyond offensive. What he did next was humiliating and totally uncalled for. He pissed in my mouth! He aimed his cock and let off a stream of hot, yellow, salty piss. He stopped and started pissing each time my mouth filled, and he didn’t even need to speak. I knew I was supposed to drink it. And I did. I hadn’t surrendered completely, yet, but I was already past fighting.
He turned, left again, and of course, switched off the light before closing the door.
My cunt was on fire, my tits in agony, and now he had violated me.
This was just not happening to me. It couldn’t be.
I had read enough to guess he was systematically torturing me. And that he was trying to wear me down at the same time. My arms were starting to hurt with the lack of circulation. My fingers tingled.
And there was nothing I could do about it, I was sure, except remain alert, and try to prevent him hurting me too much.
I cried and cried, and finally, I guess, I slept.
He awoke me. I didn’t hear the door open, I didn’t even feel the burning of the light in my eyes until he woke me.
“Here, bitch,” he growled, “eat.” And he passed me some bread. I was starving and ate eagerly. I nearly vomited, and all he did was laugh. He was still naked, but not erect. And as he stood watching me eat (he had to, he was holding the food), he stroked his flaccid cock. As I finished eating he finally picked up the glass he had carried in, god knows how many hours earlier, and made me drink. Water! What a relief. I was beginning to think all sorts of thoughts.
He sat beside me on the bed and started to stroke my tits again. There was no rest for this animal. “If you are a good bitch, Peter might like you,” he said. “Peter likes playing with you.”
“Peter . . . ” I started quietly, slowly. “Peter . . . you know you can untie me.” I said.
“Nah,” was all he said. No beating. No abuse, but he grew quiet, and his eyes started to dart around the room. Oh, fuck!
I tried again. “Peter . . . I promise I won’t run away. My arms are sore. Please undo my arms. Please.”
At that he slapped my face, and laughed. Then he stood, and hit me again. This time a slap to my tits. Oh my god, I couldn’t stand it. But he was going to hurt me, I just knew it. He then slapped at my cunt. The way he had me tied I couldn’t close my legs, and I was eternally spread-eagled for him. My cunt was fully open, and unprotected. He slapped that special place of mine again, and I felt the vomit rise, but managed to control it.
“Peter no like you now,” he said. “Peter was gonna let you be his toy, but Peter think he just eat you up, like the others.” And he stood and was gone again.
Oh my god! I screamed. Eat me? As in food?? Like the others??? What others???? I screamed, and screamed, and just kept screaming.
I know I should have read more books, and maybe then I might know more about what he was doing to me, but I do recall that lot’s of people have talked about how hostages are treated. I just couldn’t remember. Fuck, I could not remember.
The door re-opened, and he stood there. He looked at me for a few minutes, and closed the door. Leaving me alone again.
I felt my arms hurt more, and knew eventually that I would be in trouble from lack of circulation. I had to get him to release my arms, I had to.
Again the door opened, and again he just stood there. I couldn’t hide my nudity, I couldn’t protect my naked body from him. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but I was vulnerable. He just stood, staring. He started to masturbate his cock into life, and I wondered how often he could come in one day. Most men can get an erection easily enough, but few can ejaculate repeatedly, on command, so to speak.
As his cock sprang back to life, he walked towards me. He was licking his lips, and looking at me as he walked over to the bed.
He got to the foot of the bed and lowered his head, and started to lick me. He was fucking licking me, and I was repulsed. Slowly he licked up my left leg, until just short of my cunt, then he licked my right leg. Then he walked to the head of the bed and licked my right arm down to my armpit, and then leant over and licked my left arm in a similar way. He then leant to my belly and started to lick circles around my belly, going up to, but stopping at, my breasts, and down to, but also stopping at, my pubic hair.
He was stroking himself the whole time, but although his cock was no longer small, he could not get a full erection. Finally, he spat at me and walked out.
I was trembling, and absolutely terrified.
He returned almost immediately holding the belt. Oh no, I thought, and closed my eyes in fear.
The first stinging hit was across my upper legs, and the second across my arms. He then struck my breasts fully several times, and each time I screamed louder. He stopped, and I opened my eyes to see his cock fully erect again. Oh no, he needed my pain to get erect.
He then went to the bottom of the bed again, and started to stroke my hairy pubes. He lowered his head and started to bite and nibble at my cunt lips, and started pressing his fingers into my hole again. I couldn’t help it, I was getting wet. He was stimulating me. Nothing I could do, including fear, would prevent nature from taking it’s course. The more he bit, and licked, and fingered me, the quicker my natural juices flowed.
Then as he was violently fingering me he stopped, and I felt him part my ass cheeks. I screamed, but he didn’t stop. I felt him push two cunt soaked fingers into my butt. He had finally violated all three of my holes, and he was just beginning. He roughly, and quickly started fingering my asshole, and his cock was getting harder. He took his two fingers out of my ass, and sucked them. Oh no, I was nearly sick just watching. He saw me wince, and put his fingers back into my ass. He fucked me again, and took his fingers out, and walked towards me.
I knew what he was going to do. I just new. I also knew I wouldn’t, couldn’t, but I also knew I had too. He pushed his two ass-covered fingers into my mouth and, without saying a word, watched me suck his fingers. I vomited, again. This time food came up, and I cried.
He slapped my face hard, and laughed, and left.
Now my ass was stinging too.
He returned immediately, and without a word, or any preamble, he went straight to the end of the bed. He climbed onto the bed, and forced my ass up into the air, and forced my legs apart further. He stabbed at me a couple of times with his cock, but eventually he found his mark. He was fucking my ass. He must have gone out to get some lubricant, or something, because his cock slid in with little resistance, and he was now fucking my ass. I was screaming and crying, but he was laughing and fucking me harder and harder.
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