Very long. If you are about to get started or are in the middle of petting the monkey then this story may not be what you are looking for. Also, if you like happy endings, this also may not end how you hoped.
Evening
It was going to be like every other Saturday night so I thought. Go out, get drunk and shake my booty. Naturally I would tease a few desperate guys, and if they were hot perhaps I might go home with one of them. Probably not though, some drunk fuckwit sweating all over me... "no thanks."
Instead if I did not pass out like I usually do, I would use my soft hand but that thought was quickly followed by "what would be the point?" At that exact time, I had never had an orgasm from a guy obviously, they are fucking useless but nor from myself either. "Fuck my life."
Hours later, there I was at the bar as I had predicted. Some douche-bag named "Aaron" I think, or "Eric" was yammering on, I wasn't really paying attention... I just referred to him as "Douche-Bag" in my head. He had a cute face though and he had massive muscles... probably a complete moron but those muscles. He still hadn't shut up yet, I wondered "how many hours a week does he have to spend at the gym?" There was never a gap for me to ask. Not really important I guess, if he had just shut the fuck up I would have probably gone home and sucked his cock. I don't know but boy if I had, if the stars had aligned differently... my night and what was to come would have turned out so different. I guess that is that butterfly thing... you know?
So I told Mr Douche-Bag that it was not his night, he spitefully told me "you are going to regret not sucking my cock."
As soon as he said that I instantly thought to myself that I had made the right choice. Holy motherfucker was I wrong! Now back at the table with the girls I just zoned out, drank a few more shots and gave up on getting laid.
I checked my phone, a bunch of new matches on Tinder. Note to self, I should really uninstall that shit app. Some more messages on a few other apps from more guy "friends", nothing important so I decided to call it a night. As I headed out, there was a guy smoking outside. I thought nothing of it and began to walk home. The sound of footsteps behind me started to get louder. I look behind, it was the smoker guy so I move to the side of the footpath. He was a fat fuck so he never could quite catch up but I could still hear him clomping along like a horse pulling a large carriage. After turning the corner I figured the heavy panting and constant racket would end. Nope, he was still following... it was then I began to get worried. I start shuffling faster, my feet hurting. "Why the fuck do I wear these stupid high heels?" I wondered.
As time passed and after every corner it became ever more obvious he was following me. "Should I call the police? He will probably have chopped me up before they arrive. Nope, I need to run but that is not going to happen in these ridiculous heels but if I stop and undo the straps he will catch up." So on I continued shuffling, and on he clomped panting like the fat fuck he was. To be fair, I was panting as well... "I need to lose some weight" I mumbled to myself.
I look down and see a small drop of blood slowly rolling down toward my toes, the fucking straps were cutting into my skin. My ankle was stinging, I could not go any longer, it was now or never. I stopped, reached down and tried to yank my feet from the high heels as quick as I could. No luck, the fucking straps were too tight so I was fiddling with them... fucking stupid straps and then whack!
Darkness
My head felt like what I imagine being hit in the head with a steel baseball bat must feel like. My ears were ringing, "why do they that? Not important."
I look up and it the was the smoker. He had his hand around my throat and kept yelling, "wake the fuck up, bitch!"
I should have screamed but I was still trying to workout what was happening, I was clearly not in a hospital room. "You make a noise, and I will kill you!"
Every hair on my body that was not shaven stood up, cold poured down my neck, arms and back. Momentarily, my head-ache disappeared... as the clarity dawned on me. I understood now what had happened but more importantly what was going to happen. He looked at me, it was like he read my mind. Not a fraction of a second passed between my arms beginning to move and his hand letting go of my throat only for both of his hinds to be wrapped around my wrists. He squeezed so hard, it hurt. By this time tears were streaming down my face.
I felt so pathetic. My feet were sore, the cut on my ankle was stinging, my wrists felt like they were going to break and the head-ache returned but amplified. The ringing in my ears had stopped but all that was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. He was going to rape and kill me.
I start repeating "no, no, no, no... this is not happening... why--".
"Shut up, shut up, shut up you fat slut... you make one more noise and you are done."
That moment of crystal clear clarity morphed into numbness. The cold remained but now it was like I falling through the air with sand-bags strapped to my arms and legs. Only I never hit the ground, I just kept falling.
For whatever reason, I was naked but he had not tied me up. "Move an inch and I will knock you out again. Ha-ha-ha."
"Why are men so stupid?"
It was a weird thought to have at the time but I guess we both knew for him to get his dick in me he was going to have to let go of at least one of my arms. He let go of one arm and I went to gouge his eyes but he grabbed my arm again within a fraction of a second again. Could he read my mind? Well if the asshole could read minds, he wouldn't need to be raping me so probably not. Just fast reflexes for a fat fuck I assumed.
"You asked for it."
I whimpered "stop! I will be good, I promise."
"You have one last chance, whore."
He slowly let go of my wrist, I lay there perfectly still. Not as stupid I thought he was, he moved his free hand to my throat and began to apply pressure. I couldn't breath, I thought he was going to knock me out if I misbehaved and I thought I had one more chance. "Is this it?"
He let go of my other wrist, I now grab a hold of his wrist with both of my hands trying to remove his grip. Not even the slightest relief was mustered.
Meanwhile he began to pull down his pants and underwear with his other hand. His arm was flailing, he must have been jerking himself off to get hard. I desperately clapped against his arms like a fighter trying to tap out. He seemed to understand and relieved some of the pressure. I took a deep breath, that was the sweetest air I ever tasted. I still held onto his wrist weakly, I am not sure why, I could have gone for his eyes again or scratched him. I guess I had given up, it was too late... he was going to enter me.
No sooner did I feel a sharp burning sensation. He continued to lean in, both our bellies pushing against each other. His fat gut squashing my muffin top. It felt like when I lost my virginity, when my first boyfriend stuck his penis in me except I was not in love. Nope, I was about to be raped by a fat hairy asshole. He pulled out, this did not relieve the razor blade sensation down there, it only made it worse. He pushed forward again, I did not keep track of each stroke from then on. I just looked up at him lifeless. I never believed in a God or souls but if I had one at some point, it was right at that very moment that my soul left my body. I just felt empty, my stomach was in knots.
I was not paying close attention by now but his hand was no longer around my throat, he had grabbed a hold of both of my wrists again but moved them to above my head. He looked straight into my eyes, it was like he could see through me or maybe he could see me falling. Maybe he knew my soul had left my body. He seemed uncomfortable with both of us steering at each other, "close your fucking eyes you fucking slut!"
I did what he said. He was moving like a steam train rapidly picking up speed. Thrusting harder and harder, normally I would have been so wet and excited but obviously the circumstances were not permitting. I felt really tight like there was absolutely no give around my lips. I guess, even with the most impatient guys I had been with in the past we had made out for at least five minutes or the guy would have me pressed up against a wall whispering in my ear what he were going to do to me. They say foreplay is so important, they are so unbelievably right because without those five minutes it felt like he was thrusting his whole fist into me.
I wanted to scream in pain but I didn't. For some reason I started thinking about how big his cock must be to make it feel like he was thrusting his fist inside me. Is that a weird thing to think about while being raped? Well I never got a chance to look down at his cock, it was dark and my eyes were closed. Not to mention that fucking hairy sweaty gut of his would have probably blocked the view. It was so gross. I have been with guys that have sweated more but with everything else going on I still cannot get that wet slapping noise out of my head.
He still hadn't cum yet. "Hurry the fuck up," I thought as my vag was feeling like it was on fire by now. Any girls reading this, you will know what I mean... this was not an exciting fire mixed with tingling sensations or friction burns. It was so bad that I just wanted to get a knife and cut around my vagina, keep cutting deep into my crotch and out a bloody mess would pour onto the floor. I wanted to disconnect every nerve down there.
I was gasping now trying to be as quiet as possible, trying not to scream but I had to do something. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His eyes looked like they were going to burst into flames with anger. I returned to darkness.
He started fucking me even harder as a punishment, it was so hard that even though my head was resting on a soft pillow, the friction of my head rubbing against the pillow turned from a numbing sensation into what I can only describe as my head being dragged across a pillow made of nails all digging into my skull.
"Is this the end? Is it going to get worse. I can't take the pain if it gets worse. My arms are trapped and my legs cannot do anything either."
Maybe I could reason with him because that was going to work but I had to do something. He couldn't get that mad if I was only speaking to him. I could try scream but he would have suffocated me probably long before anyone arrived. I went with the first choice. I open my eyes again.
"Please stop. Please, please, please stop."
It fell on deaf ears. His facial expression changed from one of those stupid faces guys make when they are fucking you to that of something demonic. He looked at me menacingly with a grin. Those eyes, I swear his eyes turned red at that point. I must have been hallucinating from the pain in the back of my head or maybe it was the reflection of lights from outside shining through the window. Was I in hell?
"There is no God. There is no God." I chanted in my head, "everything is all in my head."
"What the fuck did I say? Are you fucking retarded? Close your fucking eyes!"
So there I was again in the confines of darkness falling in agony and despair. Now I know as you read this, at this point you just want it to end for me. You are not a cruel person, I know you mean me no harm. But I know what is going through your mind because it went through mine so I do not blame you. I had never really thought about death seriously. A few relatives had passed away when I was younger but being old enough to drink but not much older than that I had little reason to think of death until that very moment.
I whispered, "I want to die. I want it to end. I cannot take this anymore. If you exist, please just end me now. Please just fucking kill me."
Those were the exact words I said in my head. I will never forget those words. Those were the last words I said before it happened.
Rock Bottom
I can never understand why the thought popped into my head. A shrink once said it was because I am a fighter. She was full of shit, I was never a fighter up to that point. I had so many opportunities that night to scream but I did not scream. There were opportunities where maybe I could have scratched him or clawed at his eye sockets. I even could have tried head-butting him. Nope, I was not a fighter. But for some reason...
"If I am going to die. I want to have an orgasm. If I have an orgasm and then die, at least I will go out with a big bang."
Was I crazy? I had been being raped for who the fuck knows how long and he was still fucking going like a horse going around a race track in an endless loop. Maybe it was 15 minutes, maybe it was an hour? Maybe it seemed like an eternity and it had only been five minutes?
My head feeling like it was being dragged across concrete now and the rest of my body falling further into the darkness. I decide to make a gamble. My last 15 minutes or however long I had left to live were going to be actual hell or somehow, just maybe I was going to orgasm for the first time in my life before I die.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder, you fucking asshole!"
When you are being pummeled by a gang with baseball bats, telling them to hit you harder is crazy. The pain is not going to suddenly turn into unicorns and rainbows. It is going to be bloody like someone dragging your back down a road made of hot coals with your head bouncing and smashing against the ground.
He took me up on my offer. I thought I was going to pass out at first then I felt like I was going to puke.
"I want your big fucking cock deeper inside me. Kiss me."
I was so dizzy and nauseous. He was ramming deeper into me now. Deeper and deeper he went, his disgusting balls smacking me constantly. Now deep with regret, I figured I had made a huge fucking mistake but then he leaned in toward me. I should have head-butted him but I froze and my eyes were closed. His face kept getting closer, I could smell him and then he planted one directly on my lips. I was so mesmerized with pain and confusion, I did nothing. I mean, come on who is going to fucking make out with their rapist?
He pulls his head away. It was a lousy kiss but I was at least partially to blame. I lifted my head, the pain in my head subsided. "Hallelujah!"
Every part of my body still was wrought with agony but it was as if one of the sand-bags had been lifted from one of my arms, somehow it felt as if I was not falling as fast as I was before. My eyes were still closed but he managed to read my mind once more simply by me slightly lifting my head. He leaned in and I sensed his heavy breath full of smoke again and then his wet lips met my lips. He closed his mouth, squeezing my upper lip. It felt nice. "What the fuck?!"
"How can this feel nice? He is raping me! He is a disgusting pig! He is probably 40, maybe 50."
It made sense once I realized he had slowed down, he had not finished but as he was busy kissing me his ramming turned into gentle strokes. I kissed him back as much as humanly possible, my neck was craned half way in the air. I did not want the kissing to stop and the ramming to begin again. I was so confused. I wanted him to keep raping me but gently. He started fucking me a little harder, I had not been crying for some time but yet another tear rolled down my cheek onto the already soaked pillow. It was only a little bit harder than the gentle strokes but not for a second did he stop kissing me. He seemed very much to enjoy the kissing.
It was getting awkward, did I dare move my head away and stop kissing for a moment? How angry would he get? I turned my head away.
Not a moment later, "kiss me you fucking bitch! Kiss me!"
I rested my head on the side, why did I not do that earlier? My head did not hurt as much on the side. He seemed to have suckered punch me right in the back of the head when I was walking back from the bar. Meanwhile he was none to happy by the recent turn of events, he carefully let go of only one of my arms. Put his hand on my throat and turned my head so I faced him. The fucking pain returned. He must have seen the grimace on my face because he removed his hand. It must have been in the air for 15 seconds. The asshole still pounding away, why had he not cum I wondered. My neck lifted up but not by my own volition, his hand scooped the back of my neck and a great sense of relief engulfed my head. A few seconds later, his lips quickly met my lips again. I did not make the same mistake twice and quickly adjusted so the kiss was more natural.
"His lips are so soft. Fuck, what the fuck am I thinking?!"
I started to feel turned on by the kissing, it was this disgusting confusion like that first year of drinking coffee. It taste like shit, in his case he taste of cigarettes yet for some reason I wanted more. It must have been something about the warmth and wetness because I wanted the kiss to keep going.
It must have been something about the way he kissed because almost all the pain in my pussy had gone, and every so often he would hit my clit and I would get a tingly sensation.
"No fucking way."
It actually felt good for the first time since he shoved his cock inside me. His fucking Santa Clause belly dragging across my stomach did not concern me. The stinging in my ankle became only numbness. His cock deep inside my pussy felt intense, almost overwhelming but at the same time satisfying.
He pulled his head away for a while to catch his breath I guess. His rough hand started massaging my neck.
His Mr Nice Guy routine was about to end but maybe it would be okay. The massaging stopped, he tightened the grip around the back of my neck. He leaned back in and we started to kiss again. This time he started to get rougher, the train had left the station but it still had a long journey ahead to my surprise. I thought it was going to happen, he was going to finally cum. After a terrifying rollercoaster of a ride, there was one last drop left.
I began to start falling again except now each time he rammed me it was like being hit by a firm pillow. The dread entered my mind. "If he cums? Is he going to then kill me?"
My head started spinning until I told myself I need to focus. I need to orgasm before he cums. If I was going to die, I am going to have an orgasm and I am not crazy. I can do this. With one my free arm I grab his ass and pull him toward me every time he thrust. Every now and again he would stop kissing me on the lips and kiss me on the cheek or neck but he would always return to kissing me with his soft smoky lips. His deep ramming felt fantastic now, my clit was being properly punished. I was getting closer.
"Fuck my pussy. Fuck it really hard. Do it. Deeper. Fuck me!"
He needed no guidance, he knew what he was doing. I felt like a thick wall of rocks and he was one of those battering rams swinging back and forth. The rocks breaking away, I was really close. He just needed to keep swinging, I was almost there. My head wilted in his hand, he scooped my back and neck, then pulled me really close and chipped away at the last few rocks. The dam burst, a warm flood washed over my whole body while he kept pounding away at my soaking wet pussy.
He let go of my neck and wrist. The kissing stopped. He put both of his hands under my shoulders while grabbing onto them. My brain too fried from the orgasm to think about doing anything with my arms other than just let them lay by my sides. Thrusting harder than he had done all night, pulling me by my shoulders toward his thrusting cock every time, he was getting close. I squeezed my vaginal walls, and put my legs around his waist. He let out a grunt and sigh of relief but kept going though slowly fading out. He collapsed onto me.
After a minute he gets up and walks to a cupboard. This is my chance to run. As I start to get up and move, I hear a click.
"Where the fuck do you think you are going?! Get back on the bed. I am not done with you!"
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