****** The Monster by Razi ******
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The Monster


This story contains; Rape, torture, light bondage, NC and implied necrophilia.
PLEASE DO NOT continue if any or all of the above offends.
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PLEASE DO NOT email me just to tell me I am going to hell... I already know
this.

How long have I been here? Minutes, hours, days, months? Time seems to have
melded into a muddled mass of the unexpected. Why did you pick me? Was it
something that I might have said to you in passing? The color of my hair? Was
my skirt too short? My heels too high or was it the scent of my perfume?

Cast into this darkness by the blindfold you have placed over my eyes, I can
not tell night from day or up from down, but I am happy that I am still alive.
Did you know that I have a family? Do you care that there are people worrying
and wondering about me?

Naked and exposed I lie here with nothing, no pride, no humility, no dignity
left; yet I wonder when you are coming back. It is silly really; I should hate
you for what you have done to me. For the way you have brutally taken from me
what was not yours, and left me battered and bleeding from fighting you. But
you knew what it was you were doing, I do not need to wonder if you have done
it before or if you will do it again.

I hum myself lullabies trying to console my loneliness and as I do I hear the
voice of my mother urging me to be a good girl and I start to cry. At least I
think I am crying, but I quickly hush as I hear your footsteps approaching me.
You ask me if I am thirsty and I nod my head. You lift my head with such a
gentle touch that it is hard for me to believe that you are the same monster
that tore open my soul and spoiled a garden with filthy seed. You bring a cup
to my lips and I drink from it, but in moments I am choking and gagging as you
laugh and once again the monster comes forth.

'Crack!' I feel the burn across my face as you call me an ungrateful bitch and
demand that I drink every drop from the cup. I beg and plead that you stop,
that you just run and leave me here to die, but that only seems to fuel you as
you pull my head backward. I scream out in pain and you pour the remainder of
the cup into my throat, some I swallow and some flows from my mouth down over
my chest and the bitter taste leaves me breathless and gasping for air. You do
not care about such trivial matters do you? You're intent on killing me when
this is all over, that much I do know. You mount me with brute force yet again
and before I can fight you, you are thrusting into me and making me yell. Damn
I hate this betrayal of body! For as much as I loathe you for all that you are
doing, my body responds to you and you feel my orgasm clench tightly around
your cock. You whisper into my ear, telling me that it is I who is filthy and
that it is I who am a whore. I try to protest but you pull from me and coat
your fingers with my juices and wipe them onto my face before entering me and
once more begin to violently fuck me while calling me all the names that make
me feel shame. Another orgasm and still you have not cum. Are you human? All I
want now is for you to finish this and get off of me and leave me again.

I try not to focus in the intrusion into my soul and I think of my husband and
my children. I savor each vivid memory. I am silent now and you, the monster
don't like my silence and you withdraw from my pussy and slam yourself into my
ass just to break my thoughts and hear me scream. My pain drives you; every bit
that you steal from me seems to strengthen you resolve. If only there was a way
for me to hide my fear, hide my feelings then would you go away?

Again you cum inside of me and I am thankful that you are finished for the
moment and I am thankful that at least this time you have spilled your seed in
a hole incapable of bearing any fruit. As you pull from me again, I still hate
you, but another part of me fears being left alone. I hear you walk away and
once again I am left with my thoughts, but there is very little left for me to
think about, I have said my good bye's to my loved ones and now the only
thought that fills me is you. Where you are, when you will come back for
another assault on me and when you will tire of me and call an end to this
perverted game? You come back again and do something that confuses me. You
stroke my hair and apologize for causing me so much pain, you tell me that you
do not want to hurt me anymore and then ask me who I am. Do you really care or
does the monster create this another game that is you? I stay silent, I do not
want you to know me, and I will not give you my name. When this is over at
least my daughters are protected. You are getting louder and demand that I tell
you. I do not speak, I will not speak so kill me if you must, and I want you
to.

You and the monster become one again and you grab me by my hair and throw me
across the room onto a bed. Had I not been too afraid to move I would have
found it before now and at least had the comfort of not sleeping on this cold
damp floor. Slowly I reach out to feel my surroundings. A mattress but no
blanket and of course, no pillow. Your hands find me again and push me down. I
do not struggle; I have learned that there is no point in it. I fight, you hurt
me and then you win, so I comply and lie down on the mattress that stinks of
mildew from being cast into a corner. I decide to think of this mattress as my
friend after all we are almost one in the same, something used, abused and then
cast into a corner and then forgotten.

You tie me down, why? Where am I going to go? I am blinded remember? But the
monster must have things his way and he wants me tied so tied I will be.

You feel my pussy and are pleased that it is still moist from your earlier
attack. I do not have to see your smile, I know you are. You tell me to lie
still. I have no plans to fight you. I feel something cold against my flesh and
I tighten as you insert it into my cunt. You see the tension in my body and
tell me to relax. How am I to relax when I fear that my next breath will be my
last? Then another insertion and my ass is clenching yet another device. I
can't help it; I bear down and push both out of me, much like a mother giving
birth.

'Slap' you hit me hard on the inside of my thigh, but I do not scream and I do
not cry. You call me a stupid slut and tell me that if I try it again you will
shove them both so far up that I will taste them in my throat as you insert the
tools again. So I lie there with God only knows what inserted in my pussy and
ass and I wait for you, for the monster to make the next move. I feel something
heavy hit the mattress and then you slightly turn each of the tools you have
inserted and they begin to vibrate within me. You push the heavy object into
place between my legs and I can tell from its weight and jagged edges that it
is a brick meant to hold the tools in place so that I cannot remove them again.
You lean in and kiss me passionately on the mouth and your mouth and tongue
trace a path to my breasts where you suckle each like a baby at the breast of
his mother, before licking your way down my stomach and past my navel. Finally
you come to rest with your head on my mound and I can hear you sniffing my sex
like some kind of animal before the ritual of mating begins. You do not want to
mate with me, only to torture me so why then do you have this warmth? This
caring is too much for me to stand and I begin to cry. I do not care that you
are there watching me now. Now I am truly desperate to be free. I beg you to
have mercy and to let me go, but in a monotone voice you simply say that you
can't, that I have to do this for you. You tell me that I look so beautiful and
then you are gone again.

The vibration of the dildos begins to gain a response from me and I wonder if
you are there. I ask out loud if you are there, but I get no response. Am I
alone or are you off in some corner staring at me? My hips have begun to thrust
up and down with the vibrators titillating the senses. A wave overcomes me and
I cry out as the orgasm peaks and then I breathe as it begins its decent. As
soon as I am relieved that it has passed another wave rocks me and all I can do
it go with it and pray that the batteries soon die. I am however to learn that
the monster inside you thinks of everything and that these are electric and
plugged into the wall so that my torture only ends when my attacker becomes my
rescuer.

Two hours pass, then three, then four and still my torture continues. Finally I
find the strength to call out to you to tell you that you have won and to beg
that you make it stop. My flesh is raw as you hear me and you come into the
room and unplug the devices. Now a new sensation fills me, one that I never
thought I could feel in regards to you, but somehow and in some strange way I
want you and I cannot believe that the voice I hear begging you to fuck me is
my own. I tell myself to stop it, to think of anything but you, but you have
trained me well and I know your cock is hard now, I can smell it.

Is this what you wanted? Is this what you had in mind when you stole me from my
family and tore my soul from my being? My legs are quivering and my mouth
salivating. The woman that you sneered at and called a prim and proper pussy is
now a full-fledged cunt because of you and she is hungry for all that you can
give her. I beg you to mount me and to fuck every one of my gaping sore holes.
The only thing that can now stop the pain and the throbbing is to be fucked and
filled with the seed of the monster.

You enter me slowly, but I buck up hard against you to make sure you bury every
inch of your cock into me. You want to fuck me slowly, but I can not stop the
fire you have set in my thighs as I beg you to thrust harder and to go deeper.
I beg you to hurt me and to hit me. I need something to fill this empty space
inside of me. I know in my heart it is the place where a soul once lived, but
in your attempt to take me over you must have set it free and I am here before
you with nothing of conscious left.

You begin to pound into my cunt harder and faster as you hear me screaming for
you to fuck me and fill me. I beg for more and beg you not to stop. I can feel
the warm liquid flowing from me and onto my thighs, but the feeling will not
subside. Each orgasm creates a deeper need and now I know what I have feared
all along, the monster that is you has found its way into me.

I feel you raise a hand to the blindfold and pull it from my eyes. For the
first time since this whole nightmare began, I get to look into the eyes of my
attacker, to see the monster face to face. I want to speak, but I cannot and so
we stare into each other with the greatest of intensity. You allow your hand to
drop the blindfold and place it on my cheek as we kiss again, this time I
reciprocate your passion, your desire and as I do I feel your hand slip to my
throat. It becomes so hard to breathe as I feel the oxygen being cut off. The
room around me begins to fade and then suddenly all is black.

I look down to see you still on top of me. My eyes are still open wide, but my
lips are blue and I am lifeless. The radiant light of forever is calling me and
I will go towards it, but not before I get to see the monster that is you sow
the seeds of hell once more.

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As before and as always Master is Watching...