7 comments/ 64038 views/ 38 favorites Four Days Day 01 By: BlondNDesirable Day 1 This is my story. I wish it wasn't true, but it is. I guess I'll do the only thing I can, which is start at the beginning. I'm twenty-nine. I'm certainly what you would call an "attractive" person. I have medium length blond hair and deep blue eyes. I run. A lot. I pride myself in being in really good shape, and the effect all that exercise has on my lower body. Once in college a random person came up to me and said "You have the sexiest legs I've ever seen." While it was kind of a turn-on, it was also pretty creepy as well. I thanked him, and then got out of the library as fast as possible. I have...well, nice breasts. They aren't huge. They aren't small. They are real. I definitely like my body, and I'm not afraid to show it off, as I dress in clothes that tend to hug my body, and I certainly get a lot of attention when I do. I'm not currently dating anyone....but six months ago, when all of this happened, I was. His name was Doug. Good guy, but certainly not Mr. Right. We had a pretty good sex life, I guess you could say, but truth be told, I was pretty tame when it came to sex. Always had been. Even though I got asked out a lot, and hit on a lot, I was pretty insecure (aren't we all), and pretty naive. I came from a town in Texas and was sort of taught that "good girls" don't do those kind of things. Doug was a little frustrated by that, but still we had sex a few times a week. Pretty straight forward. Him on top....me underneath. Nothing really crazy to say the least. Doug worked with a consulting company. He had gone to business school. I worked in real estate. It was mostly a pain, and certainly not the job I wanted for the rest of my life...but it paid the bills, and I was pretty good at it (though honestly, I think most people bought the home I sold to them because they liked looking at my breasts and ass while I sold it to them). So all was good....until that day. My boyfriend was going out of town like he did most weeks. We were in a small condo in the Boston area, and he was flying somewhere warm (it was December). That morning he got up early, and was actually kind of horny, but I was tired and told him that I wasn't really in the mood. He was bummed, but I promised him I would make it up to him when he returned. He left the condo about 7 a.m. At about 1 p.m. he texted me that he had landed and that he missed me. I had spent most of the morning procrastinating, and figured I needed to get moving on looking at some properties, so I got dressed in a nice skirt and a tight top and was about to head out. Life seemed normal. Little did I know. I never saw the guy coming. Never even had a chance. He was on me before I could even register what was going on, and even afterwards it took my brain several seconds to realize what was happening. He grabbed me from behind. He was big. Taller than Doug for sure, and very strong. He wrapped his hand over my mouth and pulled me hard up against him. "Don't move. Don't you fucking move," he hissed into my ear. I tried to scream and he pulled his hand even tighter. I felt something solid and metal in his other hand press against my ribs. "This is a gun. If you make a sound, I will kill you. Understand? Now stop moving!" I froze. My breath was coming in heavy gasps, and I tried to decipher what was going on. We lived in a place where there was an outdoor fire escape, and I had always been worried about someone sneaking into that window. Doug had put a large wooden stake on it, and always said that we were fine. It was a nice neighborhood. Nobody would try to come in that way, he would say, and if they did someone would surely see them. But my worst fears seemed to be proving true. A tug on the hand over my mouth brought me back to the moment. "I'm going to walk you over towards the bed. Move you feet slowly with mine," he said. I did as he said, though my mind was already thinking of an escape. He must have sensed that. "If you try anything - anything at all - I will kill you. This is not my first time breaking into a home, and trust me, I have killed people before. Don't be stupid. Do as I say and you will live." He walked me forward to the edge of the bed. "Now, I need you to bring your right hand back behind your back. Do it very, very slowly." There wasn't much room, but I pulled it back behind me. "I'm going to let go of your mouth with my hand," he said, but as he did so he brought the other hand up around, and pressed the gun to the back of my head. "If you make a sound at all, I will kill you right here." He released his left hand from my mouth. I was panting in total fear, and I realized that I had a chance to scream. I could do so at the top of my lungs, and maybe that would call his bluff and he would leave. But I also thought about his words. Something in them really scared me. I thought that if I did scream it would be the last noise I ever made. "Good girl," he said calmly. "Now I'm going to slip something over your right wrist." I heard a noise behind me, a rustling from near his waist, and I realized he must have some kind of bag around his shoulder. I felt something cold and solid wrap around my wrist, and then it clicked tight. It was a handcuff. "That's good. Now bring your other arm behind you." Trembling, I brought it back. He clipped the other side of the handcuff around my wrist. My arms were now secure behind me. The moment they were he threw me forward. I was surprised with how quickly he moved. In a flash he had something that he was tying around my head. It was some kind of bandana. He told me to open my mouth, and he pulled it tightly into it, greatly impeding my ability make any sustained noise. Then he grabbed my feet, and with a few motions he slipped something around them and tied them in a manner to the handcuffs behind my back. They weren't super tight, but it was clearly uncomfortable with both of my legs bent back behind me. Then he pulled me forward a few feet and put a pillow over my head. "As I said, don't fucking move." I sat there with my body shaking from fear, as I heard him set whatever it was he was wearing on the ground. When he did, it made a heavy sound. There were other metal objects inside whatever he had brought. Then he was moving around the bed, and doing something to it. He lifted up the corners down near my feet, one at a time, and I could hear something sliding along the hard wood floors we had. Then he slid something under the mattress. He had to lift up a decent section of it, and I could tell that he was sliding something both behind and in front of me. I could hear some metal sliding sounds, like he was buckling something. He slid me up again, lifting me up under my arms, and then untied my legs from the rope. Before I had a chance to even think about what was happening, he took one of them, and pulled it down and over to the right. Then I felt something slip around my ankle. With a slight tug, my leg was pulled firmly down, with the foot just slightly off the bed. He then took my left leg and did the same thing. My legs were now spread open, and secure to whatever he had put on the end of the bed. And that's when it hit me. He was going to rape me. I was now tied to the bed, and unable to move, and my legs were spread apart. The terror that came with that moment was awful. I began thrashing on the bed, and screaming into the cloth that was in between my lips. He quickly jumped up on my back and forcefully pushed down on my head. "Stop screaming this instant! Do not make me hurt you." Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I stopped moving. Then he said something that made my heart lift a little. "I'm going to take this rag out of your mouth for just a second, and you are going to tell me any and every place you have money or jewelry in the house, and then I'm going to search there, and if I find anything you didn't tell me about, you will regret it terribly." He was a thief. Maybe this was just about robbery! He took the rag out and I slowly panted, "We have some cash in the kitchen area in a can that says baked beans. I have jewelry in the top right drawer over there. I think my boyfriend keeps some cash in his top drawer, but I'm not sure if he hides any around. I promise." The man on top of me gently stroked my hair. "Good girl," he said again. "You have a great voice. Now stay here and be quiet." For the next ten minutes he emptied out all of the drawers in our bedroom. He did the same in the bathroom. Then he left the bedroom and I could hear him going through drawers in the kitchen. After a while he came back in. I could hear that he must have brought a chair with him, because he sat it down next to the bed. "I'm going to ask you a few questions now," he said. "I don't want you to say anything. I just want you to nod your head yes or no. Do you understand? If so, nod your head yes." I nodded. "That's great. I need you to understand something. I am a professional. I do this all the time. Do you understand that?" I nodded. "And I will not hesitate to kill you, do you understand?" Again, I nodded. "I've been watching you for a long time. A few weeks, in fact. I know a great deal about you. Your name is Dawn, is that correct?" My heart froze. How did he know that? "Dawn - is that correct?" I nodded. "You have a boyfriend named Doug. You've been dating him for nearly a year. He's a consultant and he just flew to Miami. He will not be back until Friday. Are all of these things correct?" I nodded. "That's right, Dawn. They are. I know where he's staying too. He's at a Marriott near the airport." I heard him move and he approached me from the right. "Dawn, I want you to turn your head and look at my hand. I have a cell phone in it with a picture I want to show you." I turned my head. What I saw was shocking. It was a picture of my home in Raleigh, where my mom and dad lived. "This is a picture of where your parents live, is that correct?" I nodded. "Ok now look again." There was another photo, of a man wearing a mask standing by the mailbox. He had a newspaper in his hand. "Dawn, look at the newspaper. Can you see the date?" I looked and nodded my head. "Can you confirm it's today's date?" Again I nodded. "And your younger brother - his name is Steve - he's 21 and is there right now visiting them, is that also correct?" Once more I nodded yes. "That's great." He moved away. "Now, the reason I showed you that, and the reason that I told you what I did, is because I work with another person from time to time. He's down in Raleigh right now. Today. He's a professional as well, Dawn. Do you believe me when I say that?" I nodded. "That's good....because if you don't do exactly what I tell you do while I'm here, then I'm going to have my friend kill your parents and your younger brother." I screamed out into the gag. "Calm down, calm down! I don't want to do that, Dawn. I don't. And I know you don't want me to do that, do you? Do you!?!" I nodded my head no. "Of course not. You love them. And I think you love Doug as well. He will die as well, Dawn - if you don't do exactly what I say, as will you. So the choice is yours. You do just what I tell you, when I tell you, or you kill your mom, dad, brother and boyfriend - do you understand?" I nodded. He stood up. "That's perfect. And now you need to understand why I'm here, Dawn. I need to be honest with you." He moved closer to the bed. "I'm not here for your money or your jewels, Dawn. I'll take them, of course - because I can. But that's not why I'm here." My heart was pounding in my chest. "Do you want to know why I'm here, Dawn?" Very slowly I nodded my head. He then reached his hand out, and softly squeezed my ass. I flinched at his touch. He squeezed my ass and then extended his fingers down until his entire hand was pressed up against it. Then he slid his hand around the curve. "I'm here for you, Dawn. For this." His hand slid down between my legs, and I shrieked into the gag. "I'm here for your body, Dawn. For your pussy, and your breasts, and your mouth, and your ass. For all of your holes Dawn. I'm here....." his hand pushed up hard against my crotch. "To fuck you every way I possibly can." In a flash he jumped up on top of me. His weight was on my back, but it was what was on my ass that I felt the most. It was his cock. It was hard and rigid. He pressed it firmly up against my back. "Do you feel that, Dawn. Do you? Nod your head!" I nodded. "That's my cock, Dawn. It's aching to fuck you. I've watched you for weeks. I've planned this for weeks. I've fantasized about this very moment." As he talked he slowly ground his cock up and down on my ass. "You are so beautiful, Dawn. I love how your body looks. I love your legs, and your breasts and your ass. I've watched you walk, and run. I've stared at your body, dreaming of when it would be underneath me just as it is now." He pressed down hard, and flexed his hips on me. "Now, Dawn - I'm going to remove your gag. I want you to remember that photo I showed you. If you don't do exactly what I say. And I mean exactly - your family and Doug are killed. Then I'll rape you and kill you. Remember that, OK? I'm going to take off your gag, and I want you to remain quiet." He removed the gag. "Please, please" I begged. "Please don't do this. Don't...." "Shhhhh," he said cutting me off. "Don't talk. I'm not going to give you many warnings Dawn. Consider this your first one. You need to follow my rules, or I'm killing your family. Now tell me you understand." "I....I....I understand," I whimpered. "Good. Tell me that you don't want to die, and that you don't want your family or Doug killed." I said it. He kept grinding himself on me. "Now, tell me that you can't wait to get fucked." I didn't say anything. I was too stunned by what I had just heard. He quickly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back hard. I screamed in shock, and his hand pressed up tightly against my throat. "Strike 2 Dawn - trust me - you do not want another one. Tell me!" "I can't wait to get fucked," I said. He released his hand and pressed down on me again. "Oh, I can't wait to fuck you either, Dawn. I can't wait. Now I want you repeat after me. Your cock feels so good pressing up against me." I said it. "Tell me I can't wait to feel your hard cock entering into my wet pussy." I said it. "Say that I can't wait to suck your cock like the slut that I am." I said it. "And when I cum, tell me that you'll swallow every drop of it." I said it, even though in my life I had never done that with a boy. "Tell me that I own your mouth and pussy and can fuck either and shoot my hot cum into either whenever I want." I said it. "Yes, Dawn, that's right. And tell me you can't wait to feel my cock stuffed up your tight ass." I felt sick to my stomach. I had never had anal sex either. He pushed his hard cock down on me again. "Dawn?" "I can't wait to feel your cock stuffed up my tight ass." He leaned over. "Turn your head and stick out your tongue, Dawn." I turned it up to him and did as he instructed. "I'm going to stick my tongue out and you are going to lick it with yours. If you try to hurt me, everyone dies, including you." He stuck out his tongue, and I licked at it. When I did he started pressing and grinding hard against me. His tongue tasted wet and warm and had a different feel than Doug's. He swirled it around with my tongue, then pulled away. It was the first time I got any kind of look at his face. It was mostly covered with a masquerade type mask, but I could see his eyes through it. They were a dark brown were full of lust. "Tell me you can't wait to use your tongue to lick my cock and drink up my hot cum." I said it. He licked my ear. Then he moved off me. "Now tell me to take off your clothes." I pressed my head hard into the bed beneath me, still disbelieving what was happening around me. How could this actually be what was going on? I squeezed my eyes shut tight praying that this was some dream, but I didn't wake up. This was real. "Take off my clothes," I said with my voice breaking in sheer panic. "Gladly, Dawn," he said. Then he stepped off the bed, and I heard him once again reach into his bag. I was breathing in deep gasps when I felt his hand reach up under the shirt on my back, then I felt something hard and cold against my skin. "I hate to ruin this amazing shirt, Dawn, but I have to admit it's hot as hell to cut the clothes off the woman I'm about to fuck." With that he started cutting off my shirt from behind. A few moves of the scissors and he was at my collar, and then the shirt had been cut in half. He then cut towards each shoulder until they were sliced open as well, and then with a few tugs he pulled the shirt out from under me. I was now just in a skirt and my bra. My breath stopped when I felt his hand rubbing up on my back. "God, your skin is so perfect, Dawn. So perfect. And I love the bra you picked out. It's so fucking sexy and perfect for someone as hot as you are." The bra was a black bra with lace on it. It matched the black panties that I had on. I wondered what he would say when he saw those. He kept talking. "Dawn, I'm going to take off the handcuffs now. Don't try to do anything." He un-cuffed me and then took my right hand and brought it slowly up. He had attached something to the top of the bed post, and he slipped my wrist into it. Then with a few tugs it brought my hand up a few inches off the bed, my wrist pointing to the far right corner. He then did the same thing with my left wrist. My head now hung down with the tip just able to rest on the mattress. "I know this is a little uncomfortable, Dawn. I apologies for that," he said, running his hands lightly over my shoulder. "But God you just look so beautiful like this. So sexy and inviting." Then he took the scissors and cut through my bra. He sliced the back strap, then both shoulder straps. With a pull backwards, my bra was off, and I was entirely exposed from the waste up. He breathed out slowly, and then he sat down on my ass, and his hands slid around my back and he grabbed my breasts. I gasped and breathed out strongly as his hands cupped my breasts. "Oh Dawn," he purred. "Your breasts feel as good as I knew they would. Your skin is so soft, and your beautiful breasts are so firm and perfect." He pressed down and again I felt his rigid cock on my ass as he continued to softly squeeze my breasts with his hands. "I've fantasized about squeezing your tits just like this, Dawn. I knew they would feel amazing, but now, with your wonderful breasts in my hand, I can't even begin to tell you how great it feels." He leaned down and once again licked my ear. Then his hands moved until just the tips of his fingers were stroking my nipples. I let out a gasp as I felt him lightly stroke both of them. They immediately hardened at his touch. "Yes, Dawn. Feel your nipples get hard while I touch them. They are so perfect. So wonderful, and they love my touch don't they? Tell me how great it feels to have me playing with your nipples. Tell me." "It feels great having you play with my nipples," I said, feeling humiliated, and hating that I had no control over how hard they were at this moment. "Do you know why your nipples are hard right now, Dawn?" he asked. Before I could say anything he kept talking. "Their hard because deep down inside your body knows that it was meant to fuck. Yes Dawn, if you strip away all of our pretend relationships, and our fake social settings, we are all animals, and our bodies are designed for one thing, and one thing only - to fuck each other." He kept circling his fingers across my nipples and they stayed as hard as I had ever felt them. "Your nipples are hard because they like what I'm doing, which means you like it. It's the same reason that your pussy is starting to get wet, Dawn. You can't control it. You shouldn't try to control it. Let your nipples enjoy my hands, Dawn. Let your pussy start getting wet so it can accept my hard cock. Let your mouth fill with saliva so you can use it to lick and suck my dick, Dawn. There's no fighting it. You were meant to be the sexy fuck machine that you are right at this moment." Four Days Day 01 My head was spinning, in my fear and shame and humility. He was right about my nipples, and my pussy. To my absolute horror, it was getting wet, and I couldn't stop it. "Please," I said softly. "Please stop. Please." His hands slid off my nipples and he pulled them back. Then he slid off me again. I was panicked, realizing that I had broken his rule. Fear gripped me again and I was about to start apologizing, when once again I felt the scissors - this time against my inner right leg at the edge of my skirt. "Nooo!" I moaned out, but he cut quickly from the bottom up to the top. I thrashed my head from side to side and he then did the same thing with his cuts on the left side. He got to a meeting point just above the top of my ass and then cut to the waist line. With a pull and squeeze of his hand, he cut all the way through, and then pulled off my skirt. All that was left on my body was my panties. "Exquisite, Dawn," he said. "Now please don't say another fucking word. Let me admire the beauty that is your ass and pussy as it strains from underneath the sexiest pair of panties I have ever seen." He put his hand on the lace fabric and rubbed slightly around my ass. Then he traced both hands around each ass cheek and slid them down. I took in a deep breath. He ran his fingers around and into the inside of my legs, curving them up to the sensitive skin where my legs connected to my waist, just inches from my pussy. I was breathing heavily, as his hands then slid under me and cupped my pussy. The palm of his right hand pressed up to where my opening was. "So fucking beautiful, Dawn," he said again running his hands over my ass. "Now ask me to please cut off your panties." Again my head sagged down. This simply could not be happening, and yet it was. I had no choice. "Please cut off my panties." I felt the knife again slide between my skin, and with one easy cut, they were sliced open. He slid them off. I was now completely nude, lying in front of him with my legs spread open, and my body available to every desire he might have. He whistled slowly. "God, Dawn. You are beautiful. I have had many women in this exact same position. Many. But none compare to you. None have your ass, and your sexiness." His hand reached down and touched my naked ass. He slid it around, ticking it lightly. Then softly he extended his finger and trailed it gently from one side of my ass to the other in a curvy line. Before I knew it, he had settled his finger right on the opening of my ass. "Ahhhh," I said in shock. He didn't take his finger away. Instead he gently began twirling it around the opening of my ass. I tried to move my hips away, but could not. "Yes, my pet," he said. "Let your body react to feeling my finger up against the opening of your ass. It's so beautiful, Dawn." He lightly rubbed around the opening. "Such an amazing ass, you have. Your opening is so clean, and so perfect, and so tight. I know it's never had a cock in it before, Dawn. I can tell. It's so pure. You've never had anal sex, Dawn, isn't that correct? Tell me!" "I've never had anal sex," I said weakly. All the while his finger danced on my asshole. "It won't be long, Dawn before this opening is stretched wide around my cock. I can't wait for that. To feel this virgin as it slides around the tip of my cock. Can't wait to feel it grip my cock while I'm stuffed up inside you. To fill this ass with all of my hot cum, Dawn. God I can't wait." Then his finger moved away. "But right now, it's not your ass I want to feel, Dawn." He slid it lower. "It's this." His finger slid to the opening of my pussy. I flexed my back at the intrusion. My legs were spread, and my pussy was clearly spread open already, wet with the juices that had formed from his rubbing my breasts and nipples, and now even more from the feelings he had elicited from playing with my ass. "I knew it Dawn," he said triumphantly. "Your pussy is wet. So wet." He slid his finger up and down my slit, and then I felt another finger. He brought both of them up and down my exposed slit and around my labia. Then he brought them both up to the opening of my pussy, and gently twirled them around. "So hot, Dawn. Your pussy is giving out so much heat and producing so much wetness. Your body is craving to have sex, Dawn. Just craving for it." He twirled his fingers around some more without entering me, and then brought them slowly up and down. In a second they found my clit. Again my hips jerked, and I sighed into the mattress. My head felt dizzy. I was helpless to what he was doing. He played with my clit for a moment, and then once again brought his fingers up to my opening and twirled them around, then he eased them inside me. Another small gasp escaped my lips. He moved both fingers in about an inch, and held them there, then he twirled them around gently. I thought I might pass out I was breathing so heavily. "Relax my pet," he said. "Breath normal." He moved his fingers around, and then pushed more of them in. I did all I could to pull away, but the restraints made that impossible. In a few seconds, his two fingers were all the way up inside me. "Squeeze your pussy around my fingers, Dawn. Do it now. Don't make me ask you again." I flexed the muscles in my pussy, feeling them tighten around his two fingers. "Yes, that's it. Now relax." Then he began sliding his fingers in and out of my open pussy. "So wet, you are. So perfectly wet, Dawn. Your pussy loves my fingers. Loves them. It wants so badly to have something shoved up inside it. You are an animal in heat. In heat because of what I'm doing. Your body can sense my cock, and how hard it is. You can sense the cum that's stored up in me, and you want it so badly. You're pussy betrays you, Dawn." He slid his fingers in and out a few more times, and then mercifully took them out. I felt him pull away from me and I exhaled deeply. Then suddenly he was beside my head with his hands. Before I knew what was happening, he had his fingers pressed up against my nose. "Smell how wet your are Dawn. Smell your dripping pussy and how it covers my fingers." I was repulsed. I tried to pull my head away, but he firmly held my hair with his hands. "Dawn, open your mouth." I couldn't believe what I had just heard. He wanted to stick his wet fingers into my mouth. The thought was revolting. There was no way. Again I pulled my head away, and I screamed out. "Noooo! Please let me go. Don't do this to me. You're fucking crazy. Let me go! Help!" His reaction and anger were immediate. He pushed me hard down into the bed and put a pillow over my head and pushed down hard. I panicked, thinking that he was about to kill me, but instead he just let out a scream of frustration. Then he jumped off me, and again I heard movement as he dumped out stuff on the floor. He then moved the pillow grabbed my hair and jerked my head towards him. He was holding something in his hand. "Dawn - look at me and look at this. Do you know what it is?" I didn't. It looked like a bunch of leather pieces, with a large metal ring in the middle of it, and some hooks situation around the edge of it. He held it up to his face. "This is a device that you use to strap to a person's face if you want to force them to suck your cock, Dawn. You do it like this." He held it up to his mouth and I could see how the hooks slid inside the lips. "I could put this on your face, Dawn. It's uncomfortable as hell, but I could do it. Once there, I could stick whatever I wanted into your mouth, including my fingers, my cock, a hot coal. Anything." He threw it down to the ground. "I own you, Dawn. You are tied to the bed and can do nothing. You need to accept that fact. There is nothing - NOTHING you can do to stop me from fucking your mouth, and your pussy and your ass. NOTHING. It's going to happen. Whether you like it or not. But here's the thing. What might not happen is your family getting killed. I gave you that chance. And now I think you don't give a shit about them. Too bad." He moved away, and I heard him start dialing numbers into his cell phone. My heart began pounding inside me. After a few seconds I heard someone answer. My rapist spoke into the phone, "Hey - it's me. This girl clearly cares more about herself than about what happens to her mom, dad and brother. You need to go ahead and get the gasoline. Looks like we are going to have to burn their house down after all." "No!" I screamed. "Please. No!" "Hold on a moment," the man in my room said. "I think I might have finally gotten her attention." He turned to me. "Do you have something to say?" "Please. Please don't hurt them. I'll do what you say. Please." "I don't know Dawn. You keep saying that, but then you keep denying me. You keep resisting." "Please. I'll be good. I won't deny you again. Please. Don't hurt my family. I'm begging you." He stared at me with little expression. "Tell me I own you, Dawn. Tell me." "You own me," I said desperately. "What do I own?" "All of me?" "Tell me I own your tits and mouth, and pussy and ass." "You own them all." "And you'll do whatever I say." "I promise. I promise." He smiled and picked up the phone. "She seems to mean it. We'll find out. Stay outside the home. Oh, and one more thing. Every fifteen minutes I'm going to call you and check in. If for any reason I don't, I want you to break into that house and shoot everyone in the head. That way if little miss blonde here gets any ideas about biting me, or trying to hurt me, she knows that she might take me out, but her family will pay for it. Understood?" The man on the other end of the phone mumbled something, and then hung up. My rapist took his phone and set the timer on it he showed it to me...it started to count down from 15. Then he stepped forward. "That was smart of you Dawn." He climbed back on the bed, and once again took his fingers and slid them up my pussy. Before long they were sliding in and out of me again. "You belong to me, Dawn. Don't forget that. You don't have a choice. Just let your body enjoy this, and realize that you are saving your family by being the dirty little slut that's inside you." He fucked me with his fingers and then slid them out and moved around again. "Open your mouth." I did so instantly. He took his fingers, and stuck them inside. "Now close your mouth and lick your wet pussy off my fingers." I closed my lips. Immediately I tasted myself all over his fingers. I had certainly tried tasting myself before - as a young teenager, but had never really liked it, and always felt like it was taboo and gross. After Doug performed oral sex on me, I never kissed him. This was the first time I had tasted my own pussy juices in over ten years. He slid them in and out of my mouth. "Lick them clean, Dawn," he said. I did as instructed. Then he pulled them off. "God that was sexy, Dawn. Tell me you want more." "I want more," I said. He slid his hands around and once again began twirling them around my opening and sliding them inside me. I was getting wetter; unable to stop the effect that his fingers and the taste in my mouth was creating. He pulled them out and brought them to my mouth again. I opened it, and he slid them in. Again, I tasted my musky pussy on his fingers. They were slick with my juices. I used my tongue to lick them clean. While I sucked on them, he shifted and took his other hand and dipped them into my opening. He slid the fingers in and out of my mouth, then pulled his other fingers out of my pussy and brought them up. Taking out his fingers, he brought the new ones up and they took their place in my mouth. I licked my wet pussy off them as he brought his first hand back down to my pussy and finger fucked me while my tongue licked off the wetness that was my own pussy. He did this several times, trading the hand fucking my pussy up to my mouth, and the ones that had been licked clean down to my pussy. Finally he stopped. "Tell me you liked licking your pussy off my fingers, Dawn." "I liked it." "Tell me you would like something a little bigger in your mouth now." I froze, knowing what he meant. "I....I...." my head fell to the mattress. "Remember what you said, Dawn. I own you." Tears were rolling down my cheek as I lifted my head. "I would like something a little bigger in my mouth." He walked around and got up on the bed. He took a pillow and positioned it up against the headboard, and then took his legs and extended them underneath my shoulders until they extended down on either side of my hips. He slid down a little, and his crotch and pants were right in front of me. I could see his pants stretched hard by the outline of his cock. "Tell me you want to suck my cock, Dawn." "I want to suck your cock," I said. Look into my eyes and say it. I strained my head up and did as he instructed. "Tell me how hot you got sucking your pussy off my fingers." "I got so hot sucking my pussy from your fingers," I said. "Tell me you love the taste of your own pussy." "I love the taste of my pussy." "But tell me what you really love is the taste of cum. Keep your eyes on mine when you say it." I stared into his brown eyes. "What I really love is the taste of cum." He smiled. "Tell me you can't wait to feel my cock explode inside your mouth, and to feel my hot cum as it slides down your throat." My stomach was in knots. I had never swallowed before, and soon I knew that was going to change. "I can't wait to feel your cock explode inside your mouth, and to feel your hot cum as it slides down my throat." "Tell me you'll drink every drop of it." "I'll drink every drop of it." He slid down, and now his crotch was right under my face. He grabbed my hair and pulled it down, so that my face was pressed up against his jeans and the firm bulge of his cock underneath. I rested on it, happy to no longer be straining my neck to look up at him. "Yes Dawn. Feel my hard cock through my pants. Feel it. And you need to know something Dawn. I've fantasized about you for weeks. Masturbated dreaming of this moment. But not for a while, Dawn...even though I've wanted to. It's been a week, Dawn. One week. Do you know why? Because I know that in one week my balls produce a ton of sperm, Dawn. I've saved all of that for you. I've kept it all in, knowing that it would mean that I will shoot gobs and gobs of my hot cum into your waiting little mouth. Seven days of cum, Dawn - all for you. And with how hot it's been to watch you, to touch you, to feel your hard nipples and your wet pussy, to have you lick your pussy off my fingers. God, Dawn, I don't know if I've ever been more turned on, or had more hot cum to offer. I want you to thank me, Dawn, thank me for wanting to feed you so much of my cum." Humiliated I said, "Thank you for wanting to feed me so much cum." "Now tell me to take my pants off so you can suck my hard cock." I looked up at him with desperation in my eyes. I wanted this to end. Maybe if he could see the terror and shame in me he would back down. But his eyes were that of a lust filled animal. There would be no reprieve. "Tell me," he demanded. "Take off your pants so I can suck your hard cock." He reached down and unfastened his pants. Before he did he said, "Remember Dawn, if you bite me, or try to hurt me in any way, I will kill your family, and Doug, and then hurt you in ways you never imagined, and then I'll rape you violently." After those words, he squirmed his hips and he jeans were pulled down his legs revealing just his blue boxers. They were drenched with pre-cum. Completely drenched. I had never seen boxers so covered in wetness. He was clearly not exaggerating with how turned on he was. With a pull he slid his boxer down to just below his balls. His cock was now just an inch from my face. I could feel it's heat. It was throbbing with excitement. The excitement created from having me tied to my bed with my legs spread; naked and his to use. I swallowed, and fought back more tears. "Lick up my pre-cum, Dawn. Lick it up like the good cock worshiper you are. Lick it into your mouth and swallow it all." If his boxers had been drenched, his cock was literally covered in a pool of pre-cum. It was everywhere. It had dripped down the length of his cock and pooled near his balls. There was another pool now forming on his stomach as it slid off his drenched shaft. A large amount was sitting at the opening of his cock at the head. Overall his cock was definitely longer than Doug's and slightly more wide. He was probably 8 inches long from base to head. I stared at it, realizing that there was nothing I can do. "Lick it up, Dawn!" I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the pre-cum from his dick. When my tongue made contact he leaned back and hissed out, "Yessssssss." I trailed my tongue along his length and brought the sweet pre-cum into my mouth. Though I had never really swallowed cum before, I had certainly given plenty of blowjobs. I would suck them, and then have them cum in their boxers, or a towel or something. I had only barely tasted true cum and found it unbelievably salty an unappealing, but the pre-cum wasn't bad. I licked up his shaft, noting that it was especially wet with the sticky, sweet fluid. "Use your tongue, Dawn. Lick it all up." I curled my tongue around his thick cock, feeling it's heat and intensity as I curled up the fluid into my mouth. Tracing his cock with my tongue I moved down to his balls and lapped up the pre-cum there. Then I moved up to his stomach and pushed my lips to together and sucked in the fluid before swirling my tongue around the skin and lapping up what was left. As I did so, it crossed my mind what was happening. A man had broken into my apartment. He had tied me down on the bed and removed my clothes. My legs were tied securely to the side of the bed and pulled apart. My arms were stretched out to the left and right. He had fondled my nipples and fucked me with his fingers; making me lick my own juices from them while he slid them into my mouth, and now he was lying in front of me. On my bed, and I was being forced to lick his cock and lick up his pre-cum, knowing that in a time just a short while from now, that same cock would be shooting cum into my mouth, and that I would be forced to do something I had never done before - swallow a man's semen and cum as his cock came in my mouth. "Now the head, Dawn, lick the wetness from the head of my cock." I reached up and licked around the opening and the top of his cock. As I did a took a huge pool of the pre-cum into my mouth. I swallowed it down my throat and continued to lick around the opening. He then took his finger and placed it at the bottom of his shaft under my chin, then he brought it slowly up the link of his cock pressing down as he did. Doing so, brought out another enormous pool of pre-cum at the top. Without even being told, I stuck out my tongue, and lapped it up into my mouth. "Such a good girl, Dawn. So dirty with that cock sucking mouth of yours. You've made my cock so hard. It's so full of hot cum, and it's all for you." He brought his hand up again, and more pre-cum came gushing out for me to consume. "Lick me up and down, Dawn!" I did what he said. As I did, he flexed his cock against my tongue. When I got to the top I would lick up the fluid. I tried to pretend this was Doug, and it was his cock, but couldn't. This man was longer, and I was tied up, and this was against my will. He was forcing me to suck him. Raping my mouth. And I knew that very soon he would be shooting his cum down my throat. "Take my cock into your mouth now, Dawn. Take my hard cock and suck it with your hot little tongue." I moved up and opened my mouth wide. As I did he slid down a little more, and had a better angle. His cock slid past the opening of my mouth, and I moved my head up and over the tip. Soon two inches of it filled my mouth. Four Days Day 01 "Oh God, yes!" he moaned. His cock was literally on fire. The heat coming off was unlike anything I had ever felt. He flexed it in my mouth. I stayed there for a few moments, unsure of what to do next, and feeling the horror of the moment and what it meant. "Suck my cock, Dawn." Instinctively, I began giving my rapist a blowjob. I moved my head slowly down, until more of his cock was in, and then slid back up. It was horrible. I couldn't believe what was happening. I hoped that he would cum quickly and then let me go and this would all end. Mindlessly I moved my head up and down. After about ten seconds he put his hands on the side of my head and lifted it off. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Dawn," he said. "That won't do at all. You're just moving up and down. That's not how a person who wants to please her man acts at all, now is it? You said you wanted to suck my cock. Now do it right. Suck it like a woman who can't wait to get all the cum that's waiting for her. Suck it like I was your boyfriend Doug. Suck it like the cocksucking slut that you are." I lowered my head back down, and began giving him a blowjob for real. I moved up and down slowly, allowing his length to fill my mouth, and the top of his wide cock to press against the back of my mouth. I slid up slowly, allowing saliva to fill in my mouth, to make it wetter. I realized that it was now up to me to make this go quickly. I started sucking him like it was Doug's cock. "That's better, Dawn, much better," he said. "Now use your tongue underneath." He stopped with just the head in my mouth. "Dance your tongue along the underside of my cock." I had never tried that before, but I did now. The effect was instant, as he flexed hard in my mouth and more liquid escaped the tip and onto the center of my tongue. "Oh, yes, just like that. Now move back and forth and suck me while moving your tongue." I took him back into my mouth and let his cock slide up. When I pulled back off, I danced my tongue across the underside of his cock. He flexed it hard. "Oh yes, Dawn. God you look so good. Your mouth looks so good stretched around my hard cock. I've wanted to badly to have you just like this - moving your mouth up and down my hard cock. Licking me like the slut that you are. Blowing me with everything that you have." I tried to ignore his comments, but they were hard. I imagined what it must look like if someone were to walk in. Here I was tied to the bed with a man lying down on my bed, his crotch up in my face and my hands and legs spread out roughly, while I moved my head up and own over his rigid cock. They would see me giving him head, but they couldn't see my tongue as it danced underneath his rigid shaft. They couldn't see the fluid escape up and out the tip as he flexed it. They couldn't feel my shame as I sucked the cock in my mouth, feeling my body's sexuality take over as my nipples hardened and my pussy continued to get wet. He let me suck him for a few minutes. then stopped me with his cock halfway in my mouth. "Listen to me carefully, Dawn," he said. "I want you to take my cock in your mouth now, and suck up and down three times. Use your tongue like you've been doing. Then I want you to take my cock out of your mouth and tell me to cum in your mouth. Do that, then take it back in and do it again, then tell me you can't wait to swallow my cum. Keep doing that, Dawn and after moving up and down three times pull your head off and tell me something dirty. You're so close, Dawn. So close to getting a stomach full of my hot cum. Take me in your mouth now!" I lifted my head back up and took him in my mouth. I slid my head up and down, and licked my tongue furiously along the underside of his cock. After the third head bob, I lifted my head off of him. "Please cum in my mouth," I said. Then I immediately slid my mouth back over his cock. It was rock hard, and giving off more heat than ever. As I bobbed up and down and licked his shaft, he flexed it, and I could taste more pre-cum, only now it was saltier. Thicker. I knew that it meant that the real stuff was soon to follow. "I can't wait to swallow your cum." I took him back in my mouth and slid my head up and down three times. "Your cock feels so good in my mouth." I took him back in. "I bet it does, Dawn. Tell me what a dirty cocksucker you are." I slid up and down three times. "I'm a dirty slut who loves to suck cock," I said, and took him back down into my mouth. His hands reached out and gently grabbed my head. He started thrusting his cock up and down to my head motion. I took him out again. "Please let me swallow your hot cum." I took him back in, and bobbed up and down, licking firmly with my tongue. "Faster," he said, his voice starting to rise. I took him back in and bobbed up and down. Normally with Doug, or with any other guy, this would be the point when I grabbed his boxers, knowing that he was about to cum, and preparing to pull my mouth off and let him shoot his sperm into the fabric. But now I knew the only place it was going was into my mouth, onto my tongue and down my throat. "Your cock feels so good. Please give me your cum." "Yes, Dawn!" he panted. "So fucking close." I bobbed again fast three times, wanting for this to be over. "I want your cum in my mouth. Please." I took him in again. He pumped his cock up strongly, the tip of it pressing against the back of my throat and almost making me gag. I kept licking hard with my tongue. "Yes, Dawn, now keep my cock in your mouth," he panted. It was about to happen. "Leave just the tip in...lick me along the base...yes....yes...just like that. You're so hot. You're so fucking hot." I licked with all my might, and his hand slipped down to the base of his cock as he pumped it. My pussy was, to my embarrassment, dripping with fluid as I sucked his cock. "Oh fuck, Dawn. Yes! Yes! Your mouth was meant for this. I'm going to cum so fucking hard. Shoot so much hot cum down your waiting throat. Yes! Oh God Yes!" His cock started to twitch, and I knew that he was past the point of no return. He throbbed a few times quickly in my mouth.....and then his cock literally exploded hot cum into my mouth. The first three shots were so fast that it felt like only one, and they blasted up to the back of my throat. Before I could really even register that, though, a huge salty blast shot out of his cock onto my tongue, and then another, and then another. It was bitter, and thick, and unlike any taste I had ever experienced before. "OH YESSSS!" he screamed as his cock continued to shoot out more thick cum into my mouth. He held my head with his hands and flexed his hips as two more thick warm blasts shot out. My tongue was covered in his semen, and I realized that my mouth was filling with the warm, substance. I was surprised just how warm it felt in my mouth, as yet another burst exploded out to join the thick pool inside my mouth. "Swallow. Swallow. Swallow!" her ordered. Keeping his cock planted between my lips, I leaned forward slightly, and contracted the back of my throat. As I did, a huge pool of his hot cum flowed down my throat and into my stomach. I had swallowed cum for the first time. But my rapists cock was not finished. It kept firing out more blasts. At least three more. Still warm and salty. I contracted and swallowed again. As I did, I felt the flow start to slow down. "Yes, Dawn, swallow my hot cum. Feel it slide down into your waiting stomach. Swallow it like the cum drinking slut you were meant to be." Now his cock was just shooting out a small amount, though it was still hot and just as thick and salty. I swallowed again. "Now move your head again, Dawn. Just like before." I moved my head up and down, and more cum flowed out. The taste was everywhere in my mouth, like a mouthwash that permeates every crack and crevice. It was unlike any experience with sex I had ever had. The taste was so overwhelming and so sticky and salty, and completely unavoidable. I bobbed up and down on the hard cock that I had just sucked and made explode into my mouth, and as I did tears ran down my cheek. "Use your tongue," he demanded. I licked again, and he moaned, and I felt even more fluid slide up his shaft and out the opening onto my moving mouth and tongue. I didn't swallow, but let the fluid build up more. After a few more licks he finally lifted up my head. "Look up at me Dawn," he said. I looked up. "Open your mouth." I did. He must have been able to see the salty residue. "Swallow anything that's in your mouth." I closed my mouth and swallowed. "That was wonderful Dawn. It felt so good to cum in your hot little mouth. Your mouth was made to suck cock. I hope you enjoyed how much cum came out of me. I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life. Thank me again for letting you swallow so much cum." "Thank you for letting me swallow so much cum." He brought his hand up and slowly pulled up the length of his cock. As he did, more of the substance appeared at his tip. Unlike the clear pre-cum this was white, and milky. "Bring your tongue up here and lick me clean, Dawn." I did as I was told, licking the glob of his hot cum into my mouth, where it mixed with the spit and remaining semen still coating my tongue. In my shame, I swallowed it down where it joined the pool of cum already in my stomach.