This post is from Rori Sweet. It was originally published on Between My Sheets and is republished here with permission.
Trigger warning: This story contains consensual rape play.
My eyes shot open as I woke, and a dimly lit room came slowly into focus. No, not a room. A…barn? I fought the urge to panic. Where am I? What the fuck is going on? My mind was hazy and my head throbbing. The last thing I remember was walking to my car after work…
I was tied with rough rope. A gag filled my mouth and I looked down to see that my breasts were tied and my legs had been positions spread eagle, bent at the knees.
I quickly repositioned myself, legs closed, and shuddered. Who had been looking at me. Who had been touching me? I looks around but my clothes were nowhere to be seen, and when I tried to call out, the gag only fell deeper into my dry mouth.
Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t…
Fuck, I was panicking. I tried to scream out again, this time managing a gurgled cry, and the door swung open.
“Look who’s awake.”
I would know that voice anywhere. I looked up to see my co-worker, Dean, saunter into the room, dick in his hand. I had recently been promoted over him, and that hadn’t sat well at all. The disgust at having to report to me was written all over Dean’s face every time we were in a meaning. But this…I didn’t realize just how badly my promotion had upset him. Or what his twisted mind had decided to do about it.
He stroked his cock absentmindedly as he walked over to me, and I couldn’t help but stare. Dean was an arrogant asshole, but I had…more than once…daydreamed during meetings what it would be like to have him gag me with his cock, fuck me hard on the boss’ desk, spank me as he bent me over the conference table.
Fuck. I was wet already. I shouldn’t be wet, I thought as Dean walked over to me, cock in hand. I should be terrified.
“Let me see that pussy, slut.”
I ignored his stare, keep my legs firmly closed. Despite being extremely attracted to my captor, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
“What,now your twat is shy? It was so welcoming just a few hours when my fingers were deep inside you,” Dead said with a evil smile.
God…he did violate me when I was still passed out.
“Well, no matter. You will learn to listen to me if you ever want to get out of here.”
I met Dean’s stare in a panic. He wasn’t planning on letting me go any time soon, if at all. So how much should I struggle…and how much should I just let him have his way so I could get out sooner…or at all…
Dean grabbed a handful of my hair and ripped me to my feet. He tweaked one of my nipples, making me squeal into the gag.
“Your arms must be getting awful sore tied like that, huh, sweetheart?” he cooed into my ear from behind, one hand cupping my ass as the other encircled my waist. “Do you think you could be a good girl if I untied you?”
I nodded vigorously. If he unties me, maybe I can…
“Just in case you’re thinking about getting away, let me tell you where you are right now. No secrets among friends, right?” He snickered. “We’re at my mountain ranch. You know, up in Tremount County? This barn and farmhouse sit on about 50 acres of land, and the nearest ranger’s station is about 20 miles from here. So good luck getting very far…especially dressed like this.” He smacked my ass, hard as he untied my wrists.
“Come now, my pretty little slut…I want to see if you pussy as is inviting to my cock as it was to my fingers.”
An hour later, my pussy and breasts was aching from abuse. He had led me to a table and retied my hands to post on either side of the table. I tried to keep my legs closed at the knees, but when I wouldn’t give his cock easy access, he grunted and tied my ankles to the posts too.
Then, leaving my already wet pussy fully exposed, he took his times tying my breasts even tighter with another piece of rough, brown rope. His fingers grazed my nipples constantly as he worked. He stopped for a moment to gently stroke his cock and lay it against my face. I turned my face to the side, but I couldn’t avoid it on my cheek.
“Come now,” he said, slapping my breasts so hard that I winced, “Look how perky and excited your tits are. Surely you can’t be totally turned off by my dick.”
He walked around to my pussy, leaned in and took a long lick, up my entire slit.
“Oh, no, you definitely aren’t turned off.”
He positions his cock, just barely in me, tracing a finger from my belly button to my clit. “You know you want it. Don’t you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
I refused to meet his gaze, instead closing my eyes and trying to mentally disassociate with what was going on, to will my pussy not to get any wetter and give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned on I was.
“Come on now, open your eyes, my pet, or there will be consequences.” He reached up and grabbed one of nipples between two fingers, pinching harder and harder until I opened my eyes. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye and ran down my face as I angrily met his stare.
“Wow, if looks could kill,” he said with a chuckle, giving my nipple one final, hard pinch. “Well, I guess if looks could kill, I wouldn’t be here doing this…”
He plunged into me, his hard cock balls deep in my pussy, and I gasped into the gag. He started thrusting steadily, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.
“You feel so good, sweetheart. I knew that pussy of yours would love my dick. Let’s see how hard I can get you to cum, you want that?”
He wasn’t looking at my face anymore for confirmation to his question, but god, yes I wanted that. I was already soaking, and his even, deep thrusts in me were perfectly hitting my g-spot. He licked his fingers, reached down, and split my lips to find my clit as he pumped into me. He pinched my clit like he had pinched my nipples just moments before, but this time, I didn’t tear up. I wanted it harder, harder, harder. He kept fucking me with the same steady rhythm, slapped my clit hard, and then began rubbing it furiously.
Oh god, oh god, he’s going to make me cum, oh god…
Suddenly, I was exploding, squirting all over him. He didn’t stop.
“That’s right, sweetheart, let it all out. More, more, more…”
I was screaming into my gag, my body straining against the rope as he continued to fuck me and rub my sore clit.
Oh god, I’m going to…
And with that I was coming again, my eyes rolling back into my head, and my back arching.
“Again, you fucking slut.”
He didn’t stop, not even for a second. My juices soaked him and the table, and my legs wanted nothing more than to snap shut to stop him from touching my pussy, which was so sensitive I felt like I was going to pass out. I looked into his eyes, trying to plead with him to stop, but he didn’t. He only smiled.
“I said AGAIN.”
He slapped my pussy hard and held his cock in me as he rubbed my clit faster and faster.
“I’m not stopping until you cum again for me,” he said, his demeanor no longer playful. “You think this is a fucking joke?”
“You’re my slut now, and you’ll do as I say. And I say, you cum again right fucking now.”
He pulled his cock out of me and plunged two fingers in, then three, then four. He bent down and sucked my clit hard as he thrust his fingers in me. I came again, bucking hard against the rope.
“Good.” He stood up and slapped my pussy. “Next time, you better do what I say a little faster, or I’m not going to be so nice.”
His cock was in me again, but I didn’t care. I was out of breath, moaning quietly into the gag as he fucked me hard. I was just happy that he wasn’t rubbing my clit anymore.
“I was going to give you the reward of my cum deep inside you, but I don’t think you deserve that this time. Clench your pussy around me slut. Get me nice and hard so I can cum all over your tits instead.” He slapped my clit hard, making me help. “I said clench. NOW.”
I did my best, tightening my muscles, and I felt him thrust deep inside me a few more times before pulling out and walking around to my breasts. He wiped his cock on my face, my own juices across my cheek.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth later, don’t you worry. But for now…”
He groaned as he stroked his cock a few times, then shot huge spurts of cum on my breasts.
“Don’t you dare touch that,” he said sternly as he untied my ankles and wrists and pulled me to my feet. “That’s to remind you that you need to listen to me.” My legs were shaking as he led me back to the stall where I had first woke up.
“Sit,” he commanded, and I was too tired to resist. He left my ankles untied, but looped my wrists together and to a metal hook embedded in the wall, with just enough room that I could lie down on the cold floor.
“Sleep now, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.”
I wanted to look for a way out. I wanted to work on the ropes, to try to escape. But he jabbed me with a needle and I felt myself slipping back into unconsciousness.
I awoke a few hours later to find my gag removed. I tried to scream, but all that escaped was a horse croak. My foot kicked against something, and I looked down to see a dog bowl filled with water.
Fuck you, I thought. The last thing I wanted to do was to lap water from a bowl like a fucking dog…but my head was pounding and I knew I was dehydrated. I bent down and sipped the water with as much dignity as I could manage, and of course before finished, I heard the door bang open.
“My little puppy slut.”
“Fuck you, Dean,” I said, looking him in the eye as I sat up.
“You kiss your mama with that mouth?”
I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reply.
“You think you can behave better today?”
I stared at the floor.
“Okay, well if you’re going to be a bitch about things…”
He untied me from my cell, but before I could escape, he had my wrists bound behind my back again. He pushed me to a hay bail in the middle of the barn floor and I fell on it on my knees, my face against the rough burlap. I heard his pants unzip as I struggled to sit up, but he held me down.
“Bitches get fucked like they deserve. You’re a bitch in heat, so that’s how I’m going to treat you.”
Before I could finish, I was crying out, Dean’s thick cock inside me, already half-hard. He grabbed the ropes tying my arms together and pulled me up, my breast swaying as he fucked me.They were still sticky from the night before, his cum dried across them.
“Shut up and made me cum.”
I screamed as he fucked me fast and hard, half because I hoped someone would hear me and half because it felt so good. In less than a minute, he was fully hard, plunging deep into me. I thought about all of those times I snuck to the bathroom to masturbate after a heated argument with Dean at work. In my fantasies, he had been good…but being tied, being forced…
God, am I really going to cum again?
He pulled up of my pussy and pressed against my asshole.
“Tell me that you want it.”
“Fuck you, you bastard.”
He smacked my ass hard and bent down to reach around my throat. His hard cock throbbed against me as he pulled me close to him and spoke in a growl.
“Tell me the truth, you fucking slut. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your dirty asshole.”
I gulped, feeling his fingers close around my throat.
“NOW,” He whispered harshly into my ear. The head of his cock, pushing into me, not caring that I was trying to resist, trying to clench, trying to keep him out. “You want my dick deep in your ass, don’t you?”
I tried to catch my breath, my heart pounding as he choked me, “Yes.”
“Say it LOUDER,” he said, releasing his grip slightly.
The tip of his cock was in me, and I bit my lip to stop from screaming.
I hesitated, and his grip around my neck tightened again.
“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass,” I spit the words like venom.
“Good, because that’s what I’m going to do whether you like it or not,” He said, pushing deeper in me, and beginning to thrust. “In fact, your ass it the perfect place for my cum.”
He only thrusted a few more times before I felt him burst in me, shooting cum deep in my ass. I tried to cry out, but he was strangling me, and it was all I could do to gasp for air. He released my neck as he finished cumming and I my face hit burlap again. I gulped at the air. He pulled out of me, but replaced his cock with a fat anal plug that make me involuntarily scream as he shoved it in.
“I have that made especially for you,” he said, smacking my ass. “It’s the same lenth as my cock, so I know you like it.” He pulled me to my feet. “And that way you can keep my cum deep in your slutty asshole as we go on a little field trip.”
I squinted as he pushed me outside, the bright morning light burning my eyes. I gingerly stepped over rocks and sticks as he led me down a trail and into the woods, my ass crying out for the plug to be removed, but my hands still bound and unable to do anything about it. Before long, the trees gave way to a clearing, where a small house stood. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me up the stairs and into the house.
Jesus Christ, his arms are strong.
Inside, he set me down in what I can only assume was his bedroom. The plug was still deep in my ass, and I groaned as he wiggled it.
“You want to get out of here, don’t you sweetheart?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then I have one more job for your tight little holes. If you do well, you can go. I’ll even give you your dress back.” He smiled. “Cali!”
A tall brunette walked into the room wearing an impressive strap-on.
Dean pulled the plug out of my ass suddenly and I gasped. “You’re going to fuck my maid, Cali, right here. Deep in your ass. And if you do it well enough, I might be persuaded to let you leave.”
I wanted to resist, but more than I wanted to tell Dean to fuck off, I wanted my ass to be filled again. I wanted to fuck Cali’s huge strap-on cock. I wanted her to gape me wide open. He had captured me and brought me here against my will…and I wanted to stay. I could feel Dean’s cum from earlier leaking out of me, running down my leg. God, I wanted him to fill me again.
But it was Cali, not Dean, who walked over and kissed me. She untied me, and Dean sunk into a chair in the corner, cock in hand, and watched me hungrily kiss her back. I had never been with a woman before…but as I looked at Dean stroking his cock while staring at our naked bodies, I wanted to make him happy.
Cali tried to take things slow, but before long, I had her on her back and was sinking onto her cock. It was deep in my ass, and I groaned, still sore from earlier.
“You’ll have to do better than that, sweetheart. Or I’m going to keep you here until you get it right.”
I looked deep into Dean’s eyes, the man I was trying so hard to hate, and licked my lips as I rode Cali’s cock. My breasts bounced, and I moaned, grabbing them with both hands, and licking them. The salty remnants of Dean’s cum hit my lips and I began to breath heavily as I fucked my own ass. Cali disappeared from my mind, and it was just Dean and me. His eyes were locked with mine.
“That’s right, slut. Get it.”
I bounced harder, moving my hips in time with Cali’s thrusts into me, and cried out. Dean stood and walked over to me, taking my face in his hands and kissing me hard.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
I cried out and came hard, squirting as he pinched both nipples and Cali’s cock filled my ass.
“Fuck me, Dean. Please fuck me.”
He threw me on my back, and Cali left the room. I gasped as he thrust into me, fucking me hard for just a few minutes before cumming hard. He held me tight as his cum filled my pussy and I moaned with pleasure. Our bodies were intertwined, and he collapsed on the bed beside me, his half-hard cock still inside me.
We fell asleep like that, in one another’s arms.
I awoke a few hours later when Dean stirred. He nuzzled my hair and kissed my head, both of us still half-asleep.
“We really need to do this more often.”
“What if someone at the office finds out?”
He smiled that boyish grin that I love so much. “Then they can be jealous. Besides, it’s been, what? Three months now? And the only one who found out was Cali…and she’s been more than happy to..play along.”
“I’ll probably be walking to my car alone again next Friday night,” I said, curling closer to him.
Dean stretched and put his arms around me. “It’s a date.”
Rori is a sex blogger at Between My Sheets. She helped me set up my blog here at MSS and is awesome! Check her out!