15 comments/ 57599 views/ 35 favorites Carissa By: sexyfreak11 Hey there! :) Please be COMPLETELY honest in your feedback... And I should probably warn you now that if you don't like anything to do with "rape" you should definitely not begin reading this story, and I would also like to point out that this story is ALL fictional and is merely a fantasy I have... so there was your warning. Thanks so much for taking the time out to read this for me.. And, well.. I hope you enjoy!  ------------------------ The rush-hour traffic was terrible. Carissa didn't mind though. As a matter of fact, sitting in traffic with her car windows open and a slight breeze gently blowing her hair beat the hell out of going home to her psychotic roommate. The girl was always fucking, sleeping, or screaming at Carissa. Carissa wasn't there and it was only 5 in the afternoon, so Carissa could pretty well guess which of those three things Jenny was doing. Carissa never understood why so many guys were attracted to 22 year old Jenny. Sure, Jenny was gorgeous with her waist length red hair, intriguing green eyes, long, shapely legs, slim stomach, and the perfect boobs and butt... but then she opens her mouth. Not only did she sound like Fran Drescher with a sinus infection, but the bitch was obnoxious, loud, annoying, and S-T-U-P-I-D. She literally possessed the IQ equivalent to that of a pregnant blonde... 2. But guys still lined up, LITERALLY waiting their turn to go at her. She brought a whole new meaning to "take a number." Meanwhile, Carissa had had one boyfriend in her entire 20- scratch that- 21 (she has to remember it's her birthday today) years of life... One lousy boyfriend that she would never consider giving her virginity to. She wanted her first time to be romantic and sweet and slow. All he talked about was how much he liked it rough and hard. Oh yeah, and how much he loved to 'choke bitches with his dick' and fuck them in the ass. How sweet. While Jenny has had sex with at LEAST 20 guys, Carissa has only been as far as a few slobbery kisses and a hand job. You could say Carissa was a little bitter over this, but she, unlike Jenny, realized what was important and she was working very hard to ensure that her future was well taken care of. Carissa was known as the braniac by... well... everyone. She grew up in a mansion with all of the finer things in life: butlers, maids, personal chefs, beautiful clothes, designer shoes, anything and everything she could ever hope for... except a family. Well, she had PARENTS, but they did not exactly raise her. She was an accident. Her parents never wanted children and when her mother's birth control failed, out came a nuisance they named Carissa. It sounds harsh, but that is what she was to them... Just a nuisance that they had to feed and clothe. Since her parents were never around, she sought solace in books. By the time she was 15, she had graduated high school and begun college. She wanted to be a doctor. Finally, almost 6 years later, she had graduated medical school and was working at a local hospital. She was saving every penny she had to try to open her own practice. Why didn't her parents help? She didn't want them too. She wanted to live her own life. Start anew. Choose her own path and be the best she could be. She should be happy that she is doing so well at such a young age. She doesn't need a man in her life. Yet, she is so bitter towards Jenny BECAUSE Jenny has had so many men. Okay, this traffic is really starting to piss her off now. Her birthday dinner was tonight and she needed to get ready dammit! She'd be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of her new age. Luckily, she only worked during the week. She has the entire weekend off to enjoy herself. And how she was looking forward to it. Finally, she could drive almost a whole ten miles an hour. Maybe this day wouldn't turn out so bad after all. --------------------------------------------- Carissa felt great. She had gotten home around 6:10 and taken a shower, did her make up, and got dressed in her new sexy birthday outfit. Now she was on her way to one of the trendiest restaurants in town to meet up with a few of her friends. She couldn't wait to go to the clubs afterwards. She was thinking about all the guys she would be able to meet at all of those clubs when she pulled up to the restaurant. The valet took her car and she headed inside to see her friends. If she had been paying any attention, she might not have smashed into him. But as it was, she was crushed against a man that felt like a brick wall. "I am SOOO sorry sir. I am so clumsy and I wasn't paying attention." She said. Then she looked up at him. He was a monster of a man standing at about 6 foot 5 and was solid muscle. Not ugly, but definitely not the sexiest man she had ever seen. "It's okay." he replied. "Are you okay?" she asked. He chuckled softly, then looked at her and said in the most serious and calm tone, "I am quite sure that I will live if you kiss it to make it all better." "Ummmm... I don't know what kind of woman you take me for... but hell no I will not 'kiss it to make it all better.'" She said a little angrily. "Oh yeah? And what if I said that if you didn't you would be spending the night in a jail cell?" He replied even angrier. "Then I would say Screw you and your pitiful little threat. Go fuck yourself, asshole!" She practically yelled her response and stomped angrily past him into the restaurant, not even being able to BEGIN to fathom how much worse her night was going to get. --------------------------------------------- Carissa and her friends left the restaurant a few hours later to go to a nearby club. Little did she know that she was being followed. Oh yes... she kept feeling eyes on her, but she just thought it was Michael, one of her friends who had a crush on her. They went club hopping all night. She could not believe how many guys wanted to dance with her and buy her drinks. It must be because of the slightly slutty outfit her best friend, Meagan, helped her to pick out. Put on a low cut dress that comes down to a little above mid-thigh and some 4 inch heels and the guys will be drooling in no time. Before she knew it, it was last call. She said her goodbyes and headed to her car. Realizing that she had had a little too much to drink to celebrate her age, she decided to go with a taxi instead. So she hailed a cab and got in. Little did she know, the driver was someone she had already met that night. "37th west and main, please." she said, aware that maybe she shouldn't have had those last...ummm... 2? ...ummm....3?...maybe 4 shots of tequila. She could already barely manage to keep her eyes open. In the back of her mind, she detected that something was wrong, but before she could think too much about it, she fell asleep in the back seat, her head resting against her purse and her shoes in her hands. --------------------------------------------- God, but she was beautiful. Curled up in the fetal position in the back seat of his "cab." He was planning on just following her home and going through with his plans there, but she had made it so easy for him. He couldn't wait. When she had yelled at him earlier... man. He had gotten hard as a rock just thinking about all of the dirty things that dirty mouth of hers could be used for. Oh, how was he going to wait? He was going to enjoy himself IMMENSLY. --------------------------------------------- She awoke to the worst headache of her life. She felt like her head was going to explode and her mouth felt as dry the Sahara desert. She had to have some aspirin. Yes, that would help. She tried to get up but found she was not able to do so. Her hands and feet were handcuffed to either end of a bed... a bed that was not her own. Panic built slowly... she started to scream but realized why her mouth was so dry. Some kind of fabric... lace? ... was rolled into a ball in her mouth with a strip of duct tape covering it. She pulled desperately at her restraints wondering what in the hell was going on. What kind of twisted nightmare was she having? Just then, a man walked into the room. For a moment, she forgot she was gagged and bound. He was GORGEOUS! He looked to be about 6 foot 5 and like he could have just stepped out of an issue of GQ with his shoulder length black hair tied up in a ponytail, his piercing green eyes, chiseled features lightly dusted with five o'clock shadow, toned muscles, tapered waist, and she could bet there would be rock-hard abs under that tight fitting t-shirt. However, after she got over being stunned, she realized he seemed very familiar. She began squirming, pulling at her restraints, and trying to scream through the gag. She recognized him alright. He was that guy she danced with at the club. Of course, she hadn't noticed how stunningly beautiful he was because of how dark it was. All she remembered was she had gotten really angry at him because he had slid his hands up her dress to grab her ass cheeks on the dance floor. She thought she had slapped him and yelled at him, but wasn't quite sure. "God, you are beautiful. I thought you were pretty a few hours ago, but I didn't realize just how gorgeous you were." He said, all the while looking her up and down. He noticed her eyes were the color of sapphires. He noticed how her nose tilted slightly upwards and how pouty her rose colored lips were, and would bet they would be just as soft as a rose too. He noticed how her large breasts rose and fell with each labored breath she took, and how slim her belly was. And her legs! Ohhh. She had legs to die for. They went on for miles and miles. Tan and soft and so very, very shapely. You couldn't see it by the way she was laying, but she had a fantastic butt too. A nice perky apple bottom. She was really struggling now. He may be the absolute sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on, but she wasn't fooled by that look in his eyes. And he had practically KIDNAPPED her. She had to get help. Had to get away from him. But she could not. No matter how hard she pulled, the restraints wouldn't budge. All she was really doing was causing herself pain, but she HAD to get out. She just had to. She was forming a plan in her head when he spoke again. "If I take the gag out of your mouth, do you promise to behave?" She nods her head yes. "You won't scream or yell? 'Cause if you do, it will only end worse than I had intended in the first place. Okay?" As she nodded her head once more, he reached over and slowly started to take off the duct tape. When the tape was off, he reached into her mouth a little and pulled out the cloth that had been balled up and shoved in her mouth. As he pulled it away, she noticed it WAS lace. As a matter of fact, it was her black lace thong that she had donned before she left the house. Meagan said it would make her feel sexier so she could be more confident. It had worked, and now look what was happening to her. She didn't scream or bite when he removed the gag, but Alec did not want to take a chance so he kept an eye on her. "What's your name?" he asked. "Carissa." She answered calmly. "Hi Carissa. How is your head feeling? Would you like some aspirin? Water? What can I get you?" He asked casually. You can get me the hell out of here, she thought angrily. "I would love some aspirin and some water, please." she replied instead. "Sure thing. I will be right back." he replaced the tape, but left her panties by her head and left the room. Looking at her panties, her mind began whirling. Wait... if her underwear were next to her head, then... Just then he walked back in and took off the tape. "You took off my panties!!! How dare you?!?!" She spat at him. He had most likely seen the most intimate part of her without her permission and that pissed her the hell off. "Calm down or I will gag you again. Yes I took off your underwear because I did not think you would appreciate one of my socks or a pair of my briefs. Was I wrong?" She shook her head no. "I thought not. And if you are wondering if I saw your pussy, yes I did. It was lovely and I am sure to see it many more times during our time together." She was dumbstruck. Such audacity. That son of a bitch would pay for doing this to her. "You will not see that part of me EVER again you pervert! Do you understand me? I will kill you when I get out of this." "Oh now, now. Calm down. Whether you like it or not, I WILL see that nice little pussy of yours MANY MANY more times before I will release you. As a matter of fact, I will suck on your clit and lick you until you scream. Then I will take my dick and give you a nice, long fucking. Over and over and over and over again until I am tired of you, which, I can assure you, will not be any time in the near future. So you might as well embrace it." He stated simply. "You will not touch me! EVER! You cannot do this to me. I have a very important job. Friends. Someone will miss me. They will come looking for me. You can't do this!" She said indignantly. "Can't I though? I will touch you however and whenever I want. I will fuck your little pussy. Then I will fuck your sexy little ass. Come in your mouth, on your face, in your hair. Anywhere I please. And there is nothing you can do about it." He saw the fight slowly fading out of her eyes. "Now. Here is your aspirin and a glass of water." She felt defeated. He was right. She had no way to fight back. She took the pills and slowly sipped the water as he poured it into her mouth. The thing that baffled her the most was that the way he talked to her just now started a strange feeling in her gut. It wasn't repulsion or nausea... No. It was something different. Then it hit her. She was getting excited... turned on even by what he had just told her. But she could not be feeling that. He was her captor. --------------------------------------------- He watched her mulling over everything that had just been said to her. He was watching her expressions change. She went from resignation to helplessness to puzzlement to quizzical... Ahhhh... there it is. The realization that she was actually getting turned on. From the moment he saw her on the dance floor, he wanted to take her home and give her the fucking of her life. He wanted her to cry out his name and beg him for more. But he moved too fast. Oh well. He would take what he could get. Right now he wanted to tear her clothes off and ravish her. He was tired of waiting. It was time. He stood up and began undressing. She just stared at him in shock. When all he had on was his briefs, he reached behind her and began unzipping her dress. once he did that, he undid her bra and unbound her right hand. She punched the shit out of him. Complete rage flashed in his eyes. "You just fucked up, girlie." He said in the scariest tone she had ever heard. She started to scream for help but he stuffed her underwear back in her mouth before she could even draw a deep breath. He pulled her dress and bra strap up over the shoulder of her right side, redid the right hand bonds, and did the same with her left side. She finally lay completely naked before him. If he hadn't been so pissed, he might have been gentle with her, but as it was, he grabbed her right tit and squeezed as hard as he could. She screamed through her gag. He then proceeded to quickly remove his briefs and she saw his hard dick for the first time. Oh my goodness. She had not seen a lot of penises in her lifetime, but she was pretty sure he would be considered huge to anyone. He had at least 10 inches of pure hard cock and it was about as thick around as her wrist. There was no way that was going to fit inside her virgin self. She had to stop him. "Now I am going to ungag you. If you try anything, you WILL regret it. I promise you. Do you understand me?" She nodded yes. She had to tell him that she was a virgin and then he would let her go. He just had to. There was absolutely no way that would fit inside her. As soon as her gag was removed, she began pleading. "Please, sir. Don't do this. I am begging you. It won't fit. I have never done this before. Please." She pleaded. "Wait. Are you saying that you are a virgin?" He asked incredulously. When she nodded her head, he knew that it was true. How lucky he was. "Well, this is going to be better than I thought." Her heart fell. She was sure he was going to let her go if he knew. "Okay. Now suck my cock." "W-w-what?" she stammered. "You heard me. Open that sexy mouth of yours and suck my big cock." "B-b-b-but I d-don't know---" "I will guide you through it." he interrupted. She began to sob. All he did was pick up his hard cock and try forcing it into her mouth. When nothing worked, he bent down and began to lick and suck on her nipples. They began to harden and she stopped sobbing, and stared in shock at him kissing her tits. He took first one nipple into his mouth and began to gently suckle it and then moved his attentions to the other. He suckled her tits for a few minutes until she began to moan lightly. Then he gently bit her left nipple and then her right, as her moans steadily became louder. "Please... can I please have my hands? Please." she begged. He removed her restraints slowly. As soon as her hands were free, she put her fingers in his hair and held him to her breasts. He began to move his kisses lower. He removed her ankle restraints slowly and lifted her legs over his shoulders. She suspected what was coming, but wasn't prepared for the shock that shot through her as he bent his head and took his first lick of her pussy. It was magic and she moaned out loud. She was sopping wet. Fresh pussy tasted amazing. Judging from her jolt of surprise the moment his tongue touched her, he assumed he was pretty much her first in everything. This thought thrilled him. He began licking and sucking her clit, tracing his tongue in little circles around the tight bud. He thrust his tongue as deep inside her as possible. In and out, as she began gyrating her hips to the rhythm. Something was building within her. It was low in her gut and the unknown pressure was mounting. When he suddenly thrust a finger into her and started licking her clit, she went crazy. In went another finger and he could feel her inner muscles quivering. "Come for me baby. Come all over my hand and face. I want to taste my little slut." His command sent her over the edge. She came. Hard. Her cum shot out at him. He replaced his hand with his mouth and began lapping up her juices. It was pouring out of her and he couldn't keep up. When she finally calmed a little, he looked up and was covered in her cum. It was dripping from the corners of his mouth and down his chin and his hand was glistening with her juices. He lifted that hand and licked it dry of her cum. He had wanted her to give him head first, but having her come like she did almost sent him over the edge. He got on his knees and put her ankles up on his shoulders and positioned her for his penetration. She was still coming down from her first orgasm when she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. She couldn't fight. She didn't even want to. So she just relaxed as much as she could and waited for the inevitable. So much for her sweet, romantic first time. He began to rock slowly back and forth, getting a little bit more of his straining cock in her each time. She was so tight. It was going to be a hell of a ride. He was in about 2 or 3 inches when he felt her barrier. He looked into her eyes, came almost all the way out, took a deep breath and plunged into her as hard as he could. She cried out in pain. He was too big. She was too tight. It hurt so bad. How could people enjoy this? But then the pain began to ebb. It was being replaced by something else that she recognized right away as desire. Carissa He was about to start moving in her, when she started moaning and bucking her hips on her own accord. He chuckled and began to take long, slow thrusts into her tight little pussy. She became hungry for more. "Mmm...mmm hmm... yes, yes... please... more please." she moaned. "What do you want?" He asked. "I want...mmm, yes... umm... more... faster..." she replied in a moan. He stopped all movement, anchoring her to where she could not thrust her hips up to his. "Tell me what you want." "I want you to...ummm... fuck-- me?" She said uncertainly while wriggling and trying to get some sort of penetration. "Tell me that you want me to fuck the hell out of your tight little pussy." He demanded in a casual tone. "Ummm... I... I want you to... ummm... fuck my pussy?" "Hmmm... I don't believe you. Tell me again with more conviction." he said as he began slowly grinding his hips in a circular motion. "Mmm... please..." she tried begging. "Please what?" He teased, slowly drawing all of the way out. "POUND YOUR FAT COCK INTO MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY!!!" She yelled at him. That was all the teasing he could handle at the moment. He needed her. NOW! He thrust into her sopping pussy as hard as he could and they both moaned aloud. He kept thrusting, all the while she was peeling at his back in ecstasy. She was moaning like a cheap whore now, he thought. She was about to come. He could tell. So he stopped all the way out of her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. "I still have to punish you for punching me earlier. Remember?" Was all he said before his hand came down HARD on her sexy ass. "AAAHHH!" she shouted in pain. That hurt. It really, really hurt. His hand came down again on her ass. The stinging sensation worsened. Again and again he slapped her ass, making it throb. After about ten slaps though, she began to moan. He noticed that she was now thrusting her hips back to meet his hand. "Are you enjoying this, you little slut?" he teased her. All she could do was moan in response. He knew she was his the moment she started shuddering from her orgasm. She came from him just spanking her. Looking at her on her hands and knees, thrusting her curvy hips up to meet his hand almost undid him. But he wanted to fill her hot little pussy with his cum the first time they fucked. He positioned his fuck stick at her opening and plunged into her from behind. He kept thrusting and thrusting into her. Harder and harder. They were both panting and moaning uncontrollably. She came again all over his dick. It was too much... He shot his huge load into her pussy as her inner muscles pulsed around his cock. Spurt after spurt of his cum filled her. When he had nothing left, he rolled onto his back and pulled her with him. He had never come so hard with anyone. He needed rest. ---------------------------------------------- Wow. She could never have dreamed how amazing sex could be. It had hurt at first, but the end results... well, just WOW. She lay there on top of him. They were both recuperating from the ordeal they had just shared. But as she began to come down from her climax, she began remembering what had just happened. He had raped her and here she was thinking about how incredible it was. Just then, she realized that her restraints were off. She could make a bolt for it. She jumped up on still wobbly legs and dashed for the door. He was on her in an instant. They crashed into the carpet. He was crushing her with his massive frame. She could hardly breathe as it was from the impact. "Just when I was beginning to trust that you would be a good girl, you try to run away." He sat up on top of her and twisted her wrists behind her back. He pulled her up and walked her the few feet back to the bed. He laid her on it and redid her bindings. He left the gag off. "Please. Please just let me go. Don't rape me again. please." she begged. "I can't let you go yet... We just got started. Besides, you loved my tongue and how my big cock stretched your tight little pussy. You liked how I slapped your ass as punishment. You enjoyed all of it. But, don't worry. I won't fuck that pussy of yours again until you BEG me for it." he didn't say all of the things he WOULD make her do. "You promise?" She asked doubtfully. "If you promise to be a good girl from now on, I promise I will not put my dick in your pussy. At least, not until you beg. And hell, maybe not even then. So, is it a deal?" When she nodded her head yes, he spoke again. "Good. Now you just rest a little bit. I'll just sit in the recliner and watch you for a while." he moved over to the chair and watched her as she fought to keep her eyes open. ---------------------------------------------- She woke up in what felt like just minutes later. It was probably about 6 in the morning judging by the barely peaking sun outside. All the events of the past night came rushing back to her now. She was bound and raped. She had lost her virginity to a complete stranger. She didn't even know his name. "Good morning, beautiful." His voice made her jump. "What are you thinking about?" "I was just thinking about how you are a sorry son of a bitch." she replied evenly. "Oh yeah? Why is that?" he asked calmly. "Well, ass hole. You took my virginity against my will. You raped me." She said, her temper rising. "You are a complete stranger and you took my virginity. I don't even know who you are." "Alec." he said. "What?" "My name is Alec. I own a company in New York. I am 28 years old. I love to live spontaneously. I live for fun, although I do have a huge responsibility with keeping my company afloat. I love art and rock and roll music... but not the new stuff. The classics. I love a girl who is not afraid to be herself and likes to have fun, but knows when to be serious. I think that is about all you need to know." he informed. "Well, you can't forget that, apparently, you also rape helpless women." She said bitterly. "You may think of it as rape, but I see it as a way to get to know each other without all of the awkward first date crap. I did you a favor." He shrugged. "A FAVOR!" She roared. "You arrogant piece of shit! I will have you locked away for the rest of your life for this. You will rot away in a jail cell." "I disagree. I am positive that our time together will be considered a wonderful memory to you once our time is up. As a matter of fact, I will have you begging me to let you stay. You will be pleading for me to fuck you silly again and again. Look. I will show you how it starts." He lowered his head to her breasts and began licking and sucking them. "You promised you would not touch me." She panicked. "No. I promised that I would not fuck your pussy. But there is so much other stuff that leaves open for me to do." He said, as he lowered his head once again to her now aching breasts. Curse her body for reacting to his damned touch. She hated him damn it! But she could not deny that, despite her hatred, her body wanted, no, needed this. Soon enough, she was moaning. She could feel the tingling sensation in her vaginal area again. She could soon feel the liquid pooling between her thighs. "Now," he said as he stopped abruptly and began to undo her bindings," You are going to suck my cock, and suck it good. No teeth, or there will be consequences." He took his dick in his hand and pointed it towards her hot mouth. "But... I don't know how." she said helplessly. "Just take it as far into your mouth as possible. Breathe through your nose and relax your throat muscles to take me deeper." He instructed. She opened her mouth as much as she could to take him in. She put her lips over her teeth to avoid scraping him as he slowly inserted himself. God. He was huge. He was barely three or four inches in and he was already hitting the back of her throat. She tried to use her tongue, but his thickness took up every millimeter in her mouth. "Relax. Breathe through your nose. That's it." He coached, easing his length farther into her throat, and pulling out just as slowly. ____________________________________________________________________ He loved the way his cock looked in her mouth. She was so tiny compared to him. He loved watching her struggle to take in as much of his dick as possible, and the mixed emotions running across her face as she was doing so. Right now, her expression was stuck on confusion... why this was happening to her, perhaps? Or maybe, why was she enjoying this so much? Oh well. He didn't truly care which of the two it was right now. All he could focus on was how she actually began to suckle him. It wasn't much, but since she wasn't doing anything with her tongue, this change in actions caught his attention very quickly. _____________________________________________________________________ I guess I'm not doing too bad, she thought while sucking on his cock. Actually, she didn't think this was bad at all. She was certainly starting to enjoy hearing HIM moan for a change. She brought her hand to his shaft and began pumping it in time with her mouth. His grunts and groans grew louder, and his hands tightened their grip on the back of her head, pulling her hair a little. She reached her other hand up and began gently squeezing his balls. He was growling now. She had never heard anything so utterly primitive from a man before, and this spurned her into action. She began sucking his cock with a vengeance, taking him deeper into her throat with each thrust. "Oh shit!!! Yeah, you fucking slut!!! Suck my cock!" he bellowed. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. Oh shit! I'm gonna shoot my load down your throat and you are going to swallow EVERY drop!" He came then. His seed poured into her mouth at an incredible speed. There was so much. She could barely get it all down, taking deep, quick swallows in order to obey his command. When he was finished, he pulled away from her and she took deep gasping breaths. His cock was glistening from her saliva and his own juices. Damn. She had done a good job. "Damn girl! You sure can suck some cock when you set your mind to it." He said as he wavered slightly on his feet. "I think you deserve a treat. But first, you must be starving. I'll be back in a jiffy." He put her on the bed and restrained her once more before he grabbed his clothes and left out the door. ______________________________________________________________________ She didn't know how long he had been gone exactly, but it was not very long at all. Soon he returned with a tray carrying some very enticing aromas. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, syrup, whipped cream, strawberries, and a banana all adorned the over-flowing tray. He set it down on the bedside table and left. He quickly returned with steaming cup of what smelled like coffee. "I wasn't sure exactly what you liked, so I just got a bunch of stuff." He undid her restraints and set the tray beside her, handing her the cup of coffee and a fork. She was famished and ate with a passion. She had almost finished the entire tray before she was full. She sat back, drinking her coffee and watched as he left the room with the almost empty tray. Holy shit. She was unrestrained and he had left the door wide open. She heard a faucet turn on and assumed he was washing the few dishes from her meal. Now was her chance. She set the coffee cup down on the bedside table, careful not to make any sound whatsoever. She saw her clothes lying on the floor and put them on as quickly and quietly as she could. She did not know where her shoes were, but didn't care. She needed to get the hell out of here. She tip-toed to the door and peaked out. No one was in the hall, and the water had stopped running, but the sound of dishes softly knocking against other dishes carried out to her, along with a soft whistle. She had no idea which way the door was, and this was definitely not a small apartment. But she took a chance and went in the opposite direction than the kitchen. She lucked out! The door was only about ten feet away from where she was standing. She started walking towards it and was about to grab the handle when she realized the whistling had stopped. There were no sounds now. It was eerily quiet. She grabbed the handle and began to turn it when he spoke. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said in a deadly whisper. She turned around and saw the silent fury in his eyes. He was still in the hallway, ten feet away, and she was already turning the handle. She could make a run for it, but did she really think she could get away? She had to try. She yanked the door open and started to run, but he was like a cheetah, and she never had a chance to even make it two feet out the door. He dragged her back into his apartment and lay on top of her. He held her in place as she was struggling to get away. When she was finally panting and too exhausted to fight anymore, she lay still. He had her hands pulled behind her back and her face flat to the floor, his knees straddling her butt and his mouth next to her ear. "Tsk tsk tsk... Bad girl. You broke your promise.... so I get to break mine." As he said this, a chill ran down her spine. She renewed her efforts and tried to fight him off again. All she managed to do though was push her dress farther up her thighs and over her butt to expose her. He took out his cock, held her hands in place with one of his, and guided his throbbing member into her tight hole. "I knew it! I knew you would be wet for it! You are just a little slut at heart, huh?" He asked mockingly, teasing her. "Fuck you!" She yelled, hating him...or maybe herself?... more each second. He just chuckled, leaned close to her ear and said, "No my dear... Fuck you!" at the same time driving into her with one hard thrust, and hearing her moan like a whore. He pounded her tight little cunt non-stop. When he felt she was about to come, he egged her on. "Come on, baby. Come hard all over my dick. Lemme feel that tight little cunt of yours squeeze my cock." His words sent her over the edge and she came HARD. He gave her a few moments to recuperate and began a slower rhythm. "See. See how good I can make you feel. Just give in to it, baby girl. That's my slut. Say it. Say you're my slut!" He said, all the while thrusting in and out of her cum-soaked pussy. She shook her head no, so he stopped moving on one of his withdrawals, leaving just the tip of his dick inside her. "No? Tell me you're my slut." Again she shook her head. "He started barely thrusting, the tip of his penis entering and exiting very slowly, a little more going in, then quickly being taking out again. She was moaning, and was frustrated at his teasing and her response to it. God, she was sick. How could just a few words make her forget everything he had taken from her? Her pride, her virginity, and now her will power were gone. But dammit... It wasn't her fault! It was her damned body and the way it defied her protests and responded to his touch. Or maybe... Maybe he was right... Maybe she WAS just a slut at heart... Even if this was true, she would NEVER give in to this prick... NEVER! "Come on, baby... Just tell me you're my slut. That's all you have to do! It's so easy... Just three little words, my dear, and I can have you moaning and writhing like the little slut you truly are... don't deny yourself the pleasure I can bring you any longer! Quit fighting it and just let it happen." He whispered into her ear. "You arrogant prick... Just let me go! I won't tell anyone! I just want to go home... please..." "Tell me you are my slut... the sooner you cooperate, the sooner it will be over..." "Please... please..." She began as she started to weep... silent sobs wracking her body. "Well... since you refuse to do what I ask of you, I will have to punish you... " to be continued?..... I hope you are enjoying it thus far. I would love to hear your feedback and suggestions are welcome! I'd love to continue this story, but I believe I will leave that decision up to you. Thanks for reading!!!  Carissa's Ass While I've been an avid reader of Literotica pieces for several months, this is my first submission. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. If you are offended by non-consent/rape please do not read this story. ______________________ Carissa moaned softly as he trailed his tongue slowly between her breasts down to her bellybutton. She threaded her fingers into his dark hair and dug her heels into the bed, raising her hips in expectation. It took her a few moments to realize he'd paused and she lifted her head to look at him, her unspoken question glittering in her green eyes. "What do you want, baby?" He whispered as he blew on the still-wet trails his tongue had made. He grinned at her knowingly. She whimpered and hesitated. He knew what she wanted, just like he knew she hated saying it. It felt "dirty." She raised her hips slightly but he backed away and raised an eyebrow. "That's not going to get you anything, and you know it." Carissa pouted and murmured "please." He chuckled at her and shook his head. Looking into her eyes, he wrapped his arms under and around her thighs, pinning them wide, and brought his face close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her sensitive nub. Her breathing quickened, but she didn't give in. He stuck his tongue out, barely between his lips, and touched the nub. It was like an electric shock. She moaned as her eyes rolled back and she gyrated her hips to get her pussy closer to his mouth. "Oh god please! Please suck me, eat me!" He dove into her soaked pussy, running his tongue up her slit and sucking on the plump lips. She moaned as she grabbed his hair and tried to shove his head into her while he fucked her sloppy hole with his tongue. He shifted slightly on the bed and she felt him pull her pussy lips apart before his mouth closed over her clit. Her hips lifted as she gasped and then moaned her approval. He watched as the alternating slow circles and quick flicks of his tongue made her writhe and thrash. He tightened his hold on her thighs and used his teeth to scrape across the engorged button, grinning to himself at the reaction it elicited. She squealed, and he knew she wasn't sure whether the sensation was pleasure or pain. His low growl warned her a scant moment before he latched his lips over her clit and scraped his teeth over it while sucking hard. She shrieked and tried to push his head away but he just reached up and grabbed her wrists, pinning them under her thighs in his iron grip. "Stop! Stop! Please!" She whimpered as she begged. The pain was stronger than the pleasure and she kicked his back with her heels to get him to end the torture. He glared up at her as he sucked harder on her clit and then, watching her eyes, he clamped down on her clit with his teeth. She screeched and struggled against him, kicking harder and trying to rip her wrists from his grasp. "Stop it, you bastard! That wasn't what I wanted! Get off me NOW!" He let her struggle for a minute, just holding her pinned under him. She stopped when she realized he was just watching her while she made a fool of herself. She glared at him. "We're done." Carissa stated. "I'm not in the mood anymore. I'm going to sleep." He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her expectantly, not releasing his grip. She rolled her eyes and tried to pull away, but he didn't let go. She huffed at him, "I'm serious! If you don't want to sleep on the couch, you'd better let go NOW." In answer, he began inching his way slowly, menacingly, up her body until he had her wrists pinned above her head in one of his large hands. Her legs still cradled him and she could feel his huge, rock-hard erection pressing into her pussy lips. She turned her head away as he brushed his mouth against hers and she heard him grit his teeth. His other hand came up to grip her jaw and he forced her to look at him. He grinned evilly into her eyes as he painfully forced her jaw to open and accept his tongue. She gagged slightly, wiggling against him even as she knew she wouldn't be able to get him off her. He sucked at her lips, biting lightly and then harder, and then forcing her to take his tongue almost to the back of her throat. When he was done ravaging her mouth with his tongue and teeth he crawled further up her body until his rigid cock was pressing on her face. She tried to turn away but she couldn't move; her arms were pinned under his legs. "Don't you dare!" Carissa sputtered. She swore she'd bite the damn thing. She was really pissed now. He knew she didn't like doing this! He swiveled his hips to rub the tip over her lips and cheeks, trailing precum wherever it went. She whined in disgust and he grinned. "Take it, bitch." Carissa gasped at his words. How dare he?! He pushed against her lips and she clenched her teeth tightly. He shook his head at her and tsk-tsked, then reached behind him and yanked on one of her nipples, twisting it cruelly. Her mouth opened wide as she screamed in pain, staring up at him in disbelief, and he shoved his cock to the back of her throat. Before she could gag he pulled back and then pushed in again, setting a rhythm. His eyes were glued to the beautiful face he was fucking, loving her helplessness and how her gorgeous eyes alternately pleaded with him to stop and promised retribution. Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes as she tried to keep from gagging. He felt his ball sac slapping her chin as he plunged in and he started pushing harder, trying to get down her throat. The feel of her throat muscles contracting as she gagged was almost too much and he could feel himself getting close. He pulled out of her mouth slowly and then positioned his balls over her lips. "Suck them." Carissa glared up at him and he watched as she stuck her little pink tongue out and barely grazed his sac before closing her mouth again. He shook his head at her and draped his balls over her lips. "Suck them like you mean it." Carissa knew he was stronger than her and she definitely didn't want a repeat of what had just happened so she licked his musky shaven nuts, running her tongue from just behind them, then between them, to the base of his cock. She almost smiled at his indrawn breath. Carissa drew one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently and rolling her tongue around it. She released it and did the same to the other one. Then she opened wide and took both into her mouth, sucking gently and rolling them around her tongue. His throaty moans told her of his appreciation. He raised his hips slightly so his sac was pulled taut and he sucked in a deep breath as he savored the feel of her tongue lapping at his balls. Suddenly he growled and pulled away from her, flipping her onto her stomach. She didn't understand at first; the quick movements disoriented her until he was positioned behind her, her legs spread on either side of him. "Wait! No! I don't like doggie-style!" She tried to push herself up away from him but he shoved her back down to the bed with a hand at the small of her back. "Stop it!" She yelled. "Let me turn over and we can get this over with!" She felt the bed dip and tried to turn her head to see him but she couldn't make out what he was doing. He reached over to the bedside table and opened the little drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube oil. His cock twitched as he thought about what he was going to do to her. She was such a bitch, but she wouldn't be so high-and-mighty after tonight. Not to him. He nudged her legs further apart with his knees. "Get on your knees, bitch." "Fuck off! Stop calling me that! I am so DONE tonight!" She tried to push herself away again but he just shoved her face-first back into the pillows. He dripped a few drops of the oil onto his twitching cock and then pulled her hips up with one hand under her belly. He poured some of the oil over her ass crack, making her brownish-pink puckered hole glisten. She gasped at the sensation of the oil dripping on her ass and began to struggle again. "What are you DOING? Stop it! Stop! Please!" The sight of her tight, oiled asshole combined with her helpless pleas and wriggling around made him want to plunge right in. He snapped the lid of the lube bottle shut with a finger and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. He grasped the base of his throbbing cock and rubbed it over her pussy lips and he could feel her relax slightly as her fear of imminent anal rape was relieved. He chuckled quietly to himself as she pressed back against him. He knew her games; she was trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. He wanted to savor this. He pushed her forward to lean against the headboard, keeping her torso raised so she couldn't collapse to the bed. He wanted her locked into the perfect position so he pushed forward a little more and she had to put her hands up onto the wall, arching her back uncomfortably. Her breasts hung enticingly, quivering in fear and anger over what was happening to her. He wrapped his hand in her long brown hair and yanked her head back so he could whisper into her ear. "Beg me, Carissa. Tell me to stop, that you don't want this." She didn't hesitate. "I've been telling you to stop! I don't like this, and I don't want it!" Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his low laugh. He positioned the head of his cock at her puckered hole and paused barely a moment to feel her stiffen in surprise. He plunged his oiled cock to the hilt into her bowels and ripped a scream from her throat. He paused, relishing the feel of her incredibly tight ass clenching around his cock. Her struggles had begun anew and she was sobbing, begging him to stop. Her thrashing provided plenty of stimulation and he sat back on his heels, letting her do all the work. The sound of her cries made him smile and he wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her firmly to him, and then reached around her with his other hand to grope her breasts. She tried to move away, shaking her head and sobbing while her hands pushed weakly against his restraining arms. He leaned over her and spoke calmly into her ear. "Keep your hands on the wall." Carissa couldn't think anymore, she could only feel the pain of her asshole being stretched wider than it had ever been. She realized that he was in complete control and that she was absolutely powerless against him, but her brain wasn't registering what he was saying to her. He grabbed her hands and placed them on the wall in front of her, holding them there as he pushed his cock deeper into her, and then trailing his hands down her arms to the curve of her back. He sat back, pulling her with him, and as she came down fully on his cock his head fell back and he let out a loud growl of satisfaction. He began to grind his hips up into her ass cheeks, shoving his dick deeper into her. Her shaking body was still trying instinctively to move away from him and he used that to set the rhythm, letting her pull away and then yanking her back to take him fully into her again. "Please, please stop! I swear I'll do anything, please!" She sobbed. "Please stop, I'll do anything" he mocked her and pulled back a few inches so he could shove his cock back in, loving how she begged. He leaned forward to flick her ear with his tongue. "You're doing exactly what I want right now," he whispered to her. He pulled the fistful of her hair to the side and licked up the length of her neck, ending with a nibble on her earlobe. His other hand was mercilessly tweaking and pulling her nipples, the pain forcing her to arch back against him. His body was covered in sweat with the strain of his control and he deliberately slowed his breathing to calm himself. He wanted to shove her down and ride her hard but he kept rolling his hips into her slowly. He liked how subdued and compliant she'd become. Leaning forward as he tugged her head back, he looked into her puffy, reddened eyes before reaching out to catch her tears with the tip of his tongue. He kissed each tear trail and then kissed the eyelids she squeezed shut against the gentleness of his lips. "What, no more begging?" He smirked as she made no reply. He decided he'd held back long enough and he grasped her to him as he backed up several inches and then shoved her forward to support herself on all fours. He dug his fingers into her hips and plunged deep into her well-oiled colon. He watched her pushing against the pillows, the bed, and the headboard, trying to figure out how to get away from him. He used her hips to swivel her ass onto and off his cock and increased the speed of his thrusts, smiling to himself as she screamed and sobbed into the pillows. Her ass muscles were finally relaxing and he could plunge his cock in easily. He fucked her ass hard and fast, letting out a roar as he felt his orgasm explode. She felt his cock pulsing inside her and then he fell onto her back, pushing her down into the bed. Carissa expected him to pull out, but he stayed as he was. She was only able to draw shallow, sniveling breaths with his weight on her back, but she was afraid to say anything or make any movement. He shifted his hips and his now-flaccid cock slid from her asshole, trailing cum across her thigh as he rolled off her to the side of the bed. She turned and curled up away from him, crying softly, but she didn't resist as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. He caressed her hair and kissed her shoulder gently, working his way up to her neck and jawline. He turned her to face him and buried her head under his chin as he rubbed her back. He held her tightly as her tears slowly subsided. Kissing the top of her head, he murmured into her hair, "That was amazing, baby. I think you'll find your wifely duties a little more interesting from now on."