2 comments/ 117705 views/ 18 favorites Darkest Night By: L00KING4aTHUG She walked across the dark parking lot and wondered again why she had parked so very far away from the mall entrance. The car sat in the corner of the parking lot, with just the nearest side clearly visible as the rest vanished into shadows. Another vehicle sat silently nearby, but she wasn't really concerned. There was no evidence of anyone nearby, and the driver was likely doing some last-minute shopping. Still, she glanced quickly around to see if she was alone. She opened the trunk of the car, leaning in to place her bags inside. The man came up so quickly, so unexpectedly, that she felt the gun press into her side before she actually saw him. As she caught her breath and prepared to scream, his fingers dug into her arm and she heard his voice for the first time. "If you scream, bitch, you'll die right here. Get in the damn car and you might get out of this alive." He did not yell, did not even sound angry. He spoke somewhat softly, and so convincingly that she instantly believed her only chance to survive this encounter was to cooperate. He rode behind her in the car. Knowing the gun was pointed at her back, she obeyed silently. His instructions were simple. He wanted to see where she lived. What could she do to live through this? And how could she avoid being alone and even more vulnerable to this attacker? Needing more time to think, she took a left at the first stoplight. He immediately leaned closer to her, his voice in her ear and the gun barrel against her ribcage. "Don't play me, bitch. I know where you live, and you just made a wrong turn." She corrected the error, hoping to have the gun removed. No such luck, however. He kept it pressed into her side for the entire brief ride to her apartment. "He knows where I live," she thought frantically. He carefully orchestrated the entrance to the apartment. Standing extremely close, the bulk of his body hid the gun as she reluctantly unlocked the door to the ground floor apartment. Not that the neighbors would have been any help, anyway. The neighborhood was slightly run-down, an older neighborhood where it was best to just stay out of each others' business. She doubted her neighbors would have helped if they had seen the small gun he held against her as she unlocked the door. Inside the small dark living room, she waited for instruction or some sign from the large man controlling the situation. After she turned on the lamp in the room, she slowly stole a glance at his face for the first time. He was a big black man, easily able to overpower her even without the wicked little gun he held in one large hand. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked finally, unable to tolerate the silence from him. The hand that was not holding the gun tangled in her hair. Pulling her toward his body, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her violently. She struggled, refusing to open her mouth for the kiss as his grip tightened in her hair and the gun once again pressed into her side. He spoke into her ear, softly. "I am going to do whatever I want to do. You belong to me now, slut, and if you are really, really good, I might even let you live through the night." He forced her into the bedroom roughly. The bed took up most of the space in the tiny room, and she shivered at the thought of what he was going to do to her here. He sat on the bed and turned the gun in her direction. "Okay, my slut, take off those clothes. Let me see what I get to play with." Her fingers trembled, and she felt fear rise up in her throat. She unbuttoned the blouse slowly until she realized that he liked the suspense. She pulled the rest of her clothes off quickly, hoping to get the ordeal over with. "Get on your knees, slut. Let's see if you know how to suck a dick." He stood again, forcing her down when she hesitated. He quickly released the zipper on his jeans and she was at eye level with the largest cock she'd ever seen. With the gun pressed against the side of her head and his other hand gripping her hair, he rubbed the massive shaft on her face. She felt the heat of it and forgot about playing along. When she opened her mouth to scream, however, he shoved the head between her lips. Unable to pull away from him, the taste of his cock filled her mouth. She put her hands on his thighs and tried to push him back, but he just forced another inch of the thick meat down her throat until she couldn't draw a deep breath. Defiantly, she sank her teeth into the flesh, making little impression on the shaft because her jaws were forced open and he was fully erect. "Did you decide that you don't want to live through the night, my slut?" His voice wasn't particularly harsh, but the words froze her instantly. Relaxing her jaws again, she allowed more of the thick black cock to fill her mouth. She could hear him laughing at her sudden compliance, but she closed her eyes and tried to pretend this was someone else's cock filling her mouth. It was hard to pretend. This cock was easily twice the size of her ex-boyfriend's member. Still, survival was more important than anything else. She began sucking and licking the head of his penis, using her mouth to stimulate him to even greater arousal. Amazingly, she could even feel the massive thing swelling further. Eyes still closed, she slurped and sucked at the dick while trying to ignore the man to whom it was attached. She actually liked sucking dick under normal circumstances, and she had been told that she was good at it. She could tell by the sounds of pleasure that he liked what she was doing. He moved the gun away from her head and eased his grip on her hair to allow her more movement. She wondered if he would forgo the rape he apparently planned if she agreed to suck him off. It didn't seem likely, but it was definitely worth a try. With each bob of her head, his hands relaxed a little more in her hair. He tucked the gun back into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a roll of gray duct tape. "Stand up," he ordered suddenly, pulling his wet cock from her lips so quickly that she almost fell forward. She did so reluctantly, wondering if he planned to tape her mouth shut. Deciding that if she was going to talk him into a compromise, she better do it quickly, she spoke. "If you like, I could just suck you off." He didn't say anything right away, and she hoped he was considering her offer. "You want to suck my cock off, bitch?" He didn't sound angry, and his eyes were warmer, so she just nodded hopefully. "You want to suck my cock off and drink my cum, huh? Is that what you want?" She only hesitated a moment before nodding again. She didn't want to do either of those things, but she didn't want this massive black dick shoved into her tight white pussy. She had never fucked a black man, and this enormous cock would surely tear her pussy open, she thought. Of course, she had never swallowed a man's load either, but that wasn't likely to cause any real pain. "Yes," she answered reluctantly. "I want to suck you off and drink your cum." The words didn't sound very convincing, and he hesitated before pointing that out to her. "You don't sound like you mean it. I think you want a little souvenir of our time together, don't you? Don't want this black cock emptied into your mouth? Just think, when I fill that creamy white pussy up with cum from this big black dick, you can have a little brown baby to remember me by." He actually smiled when he saw the fear on her face. Realizing that there were worse consequences than the immediately impending rape, she put more effort into convincing him to allow her to fellate him. "Please, no," she pleaded with him. "I really do want to suck you off. I want to drink the cum and everything." When he was still silent, she continued. "Let me suck this big dick. Let me make you cum in my mouth. Please..." She boldly grasped the enormous shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. He eventually nodded, and she felt relief wash over her. Amazed that she would feel relieved after being allowed to suck the dick of a man she didn't even know, she still felt it. She hoped to give him the best blow job of his life as a "thank you" for not raping her. The idea was shattered when he spoke again. As he pulled her in and kissed her, she cooperated and even kissed him back. Then he said the words that made her blood run cold again. "After I finish tearing up that pussy real good, I'll let you suck this black dick and drink my cum." "But you said I could just suck you off." She tried to argue with him. "You're scheming isn't going to get you out of a good fucking, bitch. I said you could suck this dick off, but I never said I was gonna pass on the pussy." He pinned her arms against her sides easily when she began to struggle again. "As a matter of fact, I think maybe you want this dick in your creamy, white pussy. You ever fucked a brotha?" "I never fucked a nigger," she said the word deliberately, defiantly. He slapped her then, stunning her momentarily. Quickly turning her around, he had her wrists taped together behind her back before she could react sufficiently. Turning her back to face him, he began pawing at her breasts. Cringing, she tried to pull away from him. He did everything just a little rough, not really hurting her at this point, and she was horrified to realize that she was becoming aroused. "Ask me nicely, bitch, and I'll suck your nipples for you." "Go to hell." She cried out in sudden pain when he pinched and twisted the nipple of her right breast. "Okay," she said immediately. "Suck my nipples if you want to." He didn't speak, but twisted and pinched again. A little harder this time. "Owww, stop. Please stop hurting me." He eased the pressure some, but kept enough tension on the nipple for her to understand that he was not satisfied. "Please, suck my nipples. Please..." Her voice trailed off as the pressure eased further. "Suck my nipples." He leaned over and took the tortured nipple into his mouth. He sucked it somewhat gently, but she still winced. The nipple was already sore, and the suction he created was almost too much to bear. She arched her body closer to him to try to diminish the sensation. He switched to the other breast, sucking and licking the nipple almost lovingly. He used his teeth to graze the nipple and she felt it swell in response. He manipulated both breasts with his hands, and she knew there would be bruises later. Unfortunately, for now, there was only a strange blend of excitement and fear. Her hands were uselessly bound, and his enormous dick pressed against her belly in an ominous threat. The most alarming part of all of it, though, was the increasing moisture between her thighs. The man seemed to know how to touch and suck her breasts for maximum stimulation. She nearly moaned with pleasure when he squeezed the flesh and sucked harder at the nipple. When he finally released the nipple, it was reddened and swollen. He kissed her mouth again, and she was just too surprised and horrified to resist when his tongue entered her mouth. If she responded, was it really rape? Could he really be turning her on by forcing this on her? The truth was that his mouth felt really good on her breasts. The kiss ended, finally, when he pulled back from her. She knew that he realized she had participated, but she hoped he didn't understand why. "You want me to play with your pussy now, don't you?" The words came in a soft whisper at her ear. The feel of his breath against her ear was arousing her further. She didn't want him to feel the proof of that arousal. She knew that his fingers would find plenty of natural lubricant to ease an invasion into her tight sheath. And even though her body seemed willing, her mind still refused to comply with this scenario. So, even knowing that there would be unpleasant consequences, she shook her head to deny his request. He did not appear surprised at her refusal to cooperate, once again. She struggled ineffectively in his embrace as he smiled down at her. "I like it when you fight me, ya know?" She stopped immediately. "I see a thick white bitch walking around like she ain't scared, and I know, she's one who's gonna fight me." Her eyes widened as she realized that this attack wasn't completely random. "I could get one of those timid little bitches that are always scrambling to get to their cars. But they just do whatever you say, end up crying and giving up the pussy too easy. See, I win either way. Either you fight me, and I take the pussy, or you give in and give it up to me. Only choice you make is whether it's easy or rough on you." He abruptly pushed her forward onto the bed. When she landed half across the bed, face down, he immediately smacked her ass. He landed several more hard blows to the plump cheeks before she could lift her head and cry out. "Stop, please. Easy, I want it easy. I'll give it to you." She never would have guessed how badly the spanking would hurt. With each smack, the heat and pain intensified. He was smacking her repeatedly, making sure that he covered the expanse of skin to redden her entire bottom. "Please, please stop." He didn't respond to her pleading this time, and she wondered if he would ever stop. Although it only went on for a few moments, the pain was intense. Finally, she remembered what he wanted and gave it to him. "Please, I want you to play with my pussy. Play with my pussy, please." He stopped to caress the tender, reddened skin. By now, she wasn't even thinking about resisting. "Play with my pussy, please," she said again. When he slid his fingers down the slope of her bottom and between her thighs, she opened her legs for him. His fingers were thick, and he immediately thrust two into her. The lubricant was there, easing the entry somewhat, but she still felt stretched. When he pulled them out, she moved automatically away. Another slap on her ass, and she cried out softly, moving back toward the intrusion of his hand on her pussy. He fucked her slowly with his fingers, one hand resting on her painful bottom squeezing one cheek and then the other. "Like that?" he whispered the question. She turned her face toward him to answer. "Yes," she said. There was defeat in her voice, but also genuine arousal. The feeling of those thick fingers stabbing into her pussy was exquisite. No dick ever stretched her that much, and she liked the heat and sensitivity of her ass once the pain had dulled. "Lick my pussy for me?" She asked the question softly, not knowing if it would be rewarded or punished. But thinking of his mouth on her breasts, she wanted to feel it on her pussy, too. "Please, sir, eat my pussy." She felt ridiculous calling him 'sir,' but she didn't know what else to call him. "Master." The one word answer to her unspoken question. And somehow, that felt right. "Please, Master, please, eat me." His fingers still slid into her, but he slowed the pace as if considering her request. Pulling away from her abruptly, he ordered her to turn over. When she finally managed to roll onto her back, he was standing beside the bed. He undressed while she watched, and she felt powerless to even look away. His body was hard, big all over. She knew the gun was just for the initial encounter, because his strength was obvious to the naked eye. His shoulders and arms conveyed power. She knew he could easily injure her without any weapons. Somehow, though, she didn't fear that so much now. She knew he was going to fuck her, however. The resistance was gone at this point, and she belonged to him. When he was finally naked before her, she was intimidated by the sheer power of his body. Everything was thick and massive, especially the dick. It hung heavily from his body, only half hard, but still enormous. She wondered if she could handle all of that enormous cock pushing into her body, but knew that she would have no other alternative. He pulled her toward him, positioning her head at the edge of the bed and placing his shaft in her face. She opened her mouth automatically, taking the thick head and part of the shaft in. She knew that he would harden quickly, and that is what she found as he used both hands to steady her head and without pausing to allow her to comply, he began fucking her mouth. He shoved more of the thick black meat into her mouth with each stroke, frequently so deeply that she could not draw a breath. She felt a strange disorientation as her only reality became the thick cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes and stopped thinking about force and compliance. The cock pressed deeper into her throat, and stopped there. She could feel the head of it in her throat, although there were still a few inches of shaft she could not take. As her breathing stopped, she felt him forcing against the tight confines of her throat. Choking, she fought as much as she could with no hands and her legs uselessly splayed on the bed. He ignored her struggle and forced painfully deeper. She felt her throat closing around the massive head as it moved relentlessly deeper. He was finally successful in forcing the entire length of the massive cock into her mouth. His testicles hung over her nose and eyes. He rocked his hips slightly, fucking her throat and ignoring her gagging resistance. Mercifully, he finally pulled back enough to let her draw a breath. He then forced the entire length back in slowly and inexorably. The process was repeated over and over. A long push into her throat with several short rocking movements deep in her throat, then a withdrawal for her to breathe. She forgot about her own arousal as she struggled to keep enough air in her lungs as he raped her orally. After he pulled away from her, finally, she swallowed repeatedly. Her throat was already sore, and she wondered how she would survive the blow job he had planned for a finale. He walked out of the bedroom without a word, leaving her across the bed with her head hanging off the side. She struggled to sit up, finally successful as he walked back in with a bottle of wine from her refrigerator. He smiled at her face, red and tear-stained. Her breasts were thrust forward because of her bondage, and the reddened nipples stuck out prominently. There were faint purple shadows on the white globes as well, the beginning of the bruises she would wear for a week or more. He held the bottle up to her mouth, and she took a swallow of the wine gratefully. The wine was sweet and cool, but the alcohol burned at her raw throat as it went down. He forced her to drink more, tipping her head back and basically pouring the wine into her mouth. When he kissed her again, she didn’t cooperate, but she made no effort to resist either. He tipped her backward and she cried out in sudden discomfort from her arms. The awkward position, and her body weight were almost unbearable, but she didn’t expect that to matter to him. “My arms,” she began hesitantly. He nodded immediately, however. He got her back into a sitting position and quickly removed the tape from her wrists to free her hands. Her relief was quickly dampened when he taped them back together in front of her. “I won’t fight you,” she protested. “Please, couldn’t you let me have my arms loose?” She was angered by his lack of response, and she spoke without thinking. “I guess you can’t get pussy without tying someone up?” He slapped her again, but not very hard this time. He pulled her to her feet instead and turned her away from him. She quickly found herself bent over the bed again, with him standing behind her. He used one hand to press her face into the mattress and the other to punish her bottom again. The blows were firm and fast on the tender, still warm flesh he had previously abused. Begging wasn’t an option this time, since her face was firmly held into the mattress and even her screams were barely audible. The spanking went on for only a minute or so, but she was actually sobbing when he stopped. The pain was so intense that she could not catch her breath, and she felt like the skin on her ass was literally burned. Darkest Night This is my first submission. I am satisfied with everything except the title. I hate naming things. ________________ I pull myself out of my dark thoughts as I hear the key in the door. I smile. The door opens and she steps in. She looks tired; it must have been a long day at work. I dissolve entirely into the wall as she passes, losing sight of her, but I can feel her walking to her room. I peek out of the mirror above her dresser, watch her change out of her sweaty work uniform—a black and red corset top and a knee-length black skirt are apparently more comfortable to her. I withdraw as she turns to the mirror, re-applying lip gloss that I know to be strawberry scented. I want her. I cannot resist myself entirely; I slip out of the wall as an invisible mist and look down on her. I reach out a misty appendage and caress her cheek. She starts. Oho, so she knows something's up. Must be especially attuned to the occult, this one. I smile to myself and fade back into the wall. After that encounter, she will need some time to calm down. I must lull her into a false sense of security. She leaves her bedroom and enters the bathroom. I press an ear and nose out of the wall, listening to her now-steady heartbeat. Oh God, I can smell her blood, her sweet blood, coursing through her, so close to the surface...she will be delicious. She's in the living room now, with a cup of tea and a book— Dr.Faustus (with footnotes. I read it when it came out. Foolish mortals. My contempt for the book does not extend to her, however. In fact, she's one of the most fascinating humans I've met in decades. She's small, delicate and has a whiplash temper. Her strong will is slowly being eroded by the harshness of life. How I love such decay. Despite her difficulties, she carries herself with fierce, almost tragic, pride. She's smart, too, good at making connections. I like this. I love when my prey realizes it's being stalked just before I attack. She takes another drink of tea and changes her position in the armchair. Now her neck is bent gracefully over her book. I can feel myself hardening, feel my tongue twitching. I grin to myself. She doesn't even suspect that she is being hunted, and God, I love her for it. This is what I live for, the hunt. The only question is whether I'll take her still unawares or whether she'll realize it at the last second. Part of me hopes she will. I envision myself stalking slowly through her apartment, looking into each room even though I know she's hiding in the last room, just heightening her fear and suspense. I envision the look of terror on her face as I slowly turn the doorknob, slowly open the door. I grin hungrily. I've been with you all day. I'm trying to stay calm. I'm impatient and it's really hard to breathe. I'm going to empty you and fill you in with me. I'm really quite proud of myself for planning this so well. Three days ago, I visited her as a calendar salesman. Sweet soul that she is, she invited me in for a glass of lemonade against the evening heat. It was worth drinking that tart, unsatisfying beverage to imagine—no, to win—the opportunity to drink her delicious blood. Last night was spent moving my coffin temporarily into a disused portion of the building's cellar. Now every room in this entire housing complex is as good as mine. But hers are the only ones that really interest me. She's on the phone now, talking to some friend or other. I can hear a male voice, deep, on the other end of the line. "So, how was work, Mara?" She laughs sweetly and replies with pleasant nonsense. I listen to the music of her voice. Her very presence has begun to drive me mad with hunger. I inhale deeply of her scent and close my eyes. I imagine the feel of her flesh under my teeth, imagine her blood spurting into my mouth. I envision her body struggling uselessly in my arms. I can feel my sluggish undead heart beat faster as I revel in these sensuous images. If I needed to breathe, my breath would be coming fast and shallow, my lungs needing more oxygen than I would be getting. I smile and try breathing, just for fun. It's been nearly a century since the last time I bothered. I want to drain every drop of blood from her body. I suppress the intoxicating thoughts. The last thing I need to do is lose control. The hunter is always the master, never the prey. My desire is no less, but my self-control is again complete. I go to the building's roof and release the laughter welling up within me. "Hahah. Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha hah!" I clutch at my chest. God, I love the hunt. I descend to her apartment again. She's just closing the book. She finished her tea some time ago; now she carries the cup into the kitchen and sets it in the sink. She pulls out a tray of fudge from the fridge, grabs a sharp knife to cut it. I watch on hungrily. If she cuts herself, I know I will lose control, take her here and now. She does not. Probably for the better, I reflect disappointingly. My heart beats faster yet as she eats her confection. I cannot tear my eyes away from the sensuous movements of her lips, and I groan deep in my throat as she licks her fingers. I wonder at vampires who fear to relinquish their humanity. After 327 years, nothing could be more natural to me than preying on humans. ~ I am glad that I need not breathe, for I would not be able to do so now. She's in the shower, hot water streaming down her thin frame. There is a clear plastic panel, the kind which distorts images beyond clear recognition, between her body and the mirror I currently inhabit, but some clever focusing of my superhuman eyes and I can see right through it. I am mesmerized. My eyes cannot leave her hands as she scrubs her body with a sponge. Does she know she is being watched, or is she always so seductive when she washes herself? Now the soap is rinsed off, and she is washing her hair. I realize with a rueful smile that a woman's breasts have not thus captivated me since I was a mortal man. I stare at the small but perfectly shaped globes, gleaming with water, and I am again aware of my arousal. I raise my gaze, and am unmade. She is rinsing her hair, displaying her neck to the fullest of its charm. I am utterly captivated by its every hollow, its every curve, its every line. I want to touch it, lick it, bite it... I could. She stands before me, and she doesn't even know how helpless she is. I could take her right now, and she is completely unaware of her own mortal peril. Wait, I tell myself. Not yet. ~ Intoxicating. That's the best word that I have come up with to describe her. Every movement, every scent and sound, make me nearly drunk with desire for her. I have stalked many humans (the blood tastes best when filled with the chemicals of fear) but none that I recall have awoken such intense desire in me. Yet again, I stifle the desire lest it overwhelm me. Amazing that such a frail creature can hold such sway over my emotions without even knowing it. She's looking around uneasily now, sitting in her room and writing in her diary. Such a canny mortal, I think, no sign of the hunter and still she realizes she's in danger. I look over her shoulder, careful not to attract her attention. She is writing of a hard day at work and of feeling watched at home. Oh, love, how right you are. If only you knew... A new fantasy comes to me, and in my mind I fall upon her with all my speed and strength. I rip her literally in half with my arm, delighting in the frozen look of shock on her face, before blood erupts from the fissure I made. In my imagination I can taste it in the air, and I bend down as her body falls to the floor in two separate pieces, licking up the savory red puddle that is forming rapidly beneath her. Hidden inside the walls I laugh heartily, nearly hysterically. Had any human heard it, he would doubtless have felt his blood turn to ice in his veins, would have been rooted to the ground in terror. "This is what it is to be a vampire!" I revel. "This is what it boils down to: the hunt, the chase, the kill!" I am very aroused; perhaps I will love her before I kill her. I reflect momentarily onto my human life. I had been a physician, dedicated to learning about and promoting human health. Have I gone so thoroughly from saving human life to taking it? This madness, then, this blood lust, must exist in all humans. Anyone could become so ardent a hunter as I, even the most loving and caring of humans. I shake myself from my thoughts. I have an eternity, I remind myself, to think upon such beautiful, dark thoughts, but this human prey of mine will quickly become old and die of age if I dally too much. I lick my lips with my inhumanly long tongue. I'm about to fall upon her, too early. My control, slipping all night long, is almost gone. I realize what to do, how to draw the game out a little longer. I materialize and glide quickly past the doorway of her room, disappearing into the opposite wall. She gasps, and I smell the fear-sweat as it breaks out across her body. "Who's there?" she calls, her sweet voice trembling slightly. She stands up and moves to the doorway. I watch as she looks around anxiously. She sees nothing, but this is not enough to satisfy her. Wonderful, she is no fool. I follow her silently, hidden, as she goes through every room searching for an intruder. She finds nothing, of course. She retraces her steps, looking now in every closet, every cupboard, every place something frightening could be hidden. Still she finds nothing. I could weep with mirth. She returns to her room and, apparently thinking she is merely overtired, changes into her nightgown. She lies down, snugging her covers up to her chin. I see you in the dark I step out of the wall, reveling at the feeling of freedom. Before she can react in fear, I reach out with my powers of seduction and capture her. Under my influence, she slowly sits up in bed, sliding to the edge and standing up. I smile, studying her figure, her bared neck, with my superior dark vision. She slowly walks toward me. She passes through a beam of moonlight from a window, and my heart skips a beat. I can see her now as clearly as though it was brightest noon. She is breathtakingly beautiful in the stark moonlight, and I draw her on. As she reaches me, I pull her close. Her body is quiescent in my arms, but her mind is battering at mine like a moth against a window, trying to regain control of her unresponsive body. I caress her cheek, so soft and smooth, and murmur in her ear. "Stop fighting, and I will give you pleasure such as you cannot imagine." Her mental struggle slackens for only a moment. I draw her with me toward the bed. I lay her down on her back and straddle her. Slowly, teasingly, I bend over her, lowering my mouth toward hers. I brush her lips with mine, then lean in for a chaste kiss, rubbing my lower lip tantalizingly against her own. Her mind's resistance falters, and I seize the opening, wrapping my long tongue around hers. Her body moans beneath me, and her mind stops fighting me. "Didn't believe me?" I murmur, and kiss her throat, barely grazing her skin with my fangs. She moans again and stiffens against me. I raise the skirt of her nightgown, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. I run my hands up her hips and across her belly, then raise the nightgown over her head. I gently nip her shoulder, not enough to break the skin—no way could I maintain control then. I smile, and at my mental urging she removes her panties and tosses them aside. A thought, and my clothing is gone, replaced only by an undershirt. I kiss her again, deeply, and slowly lower my body to lie atop hers. I rub my rigid erection between her thighs so it brushes her rapidly moistening slit. She lies beneath me, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. I find I am in no mood to take this slowly. I spread her legs and angle myself, lining my body up with hers. Her eyes go wide as I enter her, then roll upward, and she moans more urgently as I bury myself fully within her. I wait a brief moment for her to grow accustomed to my girth. I slide one arm underneath her lower back and grab her hair with my other hand, pulling so her body arches against me. Now I begin to move, thrusting myself into her firmly and a little roughly. I hear her breath come faster as my tongue plays down her throat and along her shoulder. I grin against her throat. I bite, holding her trachea in my teeth, tight enough that she gasps and tightens her kegel muscles around my manhood, but never enough to break the skin. Not yet, for I still want to be in control. The pace of my thrusts increases with the tempo of our desire. I feel her tighten hard around me, driven to pleasure by my thrusts, and with my mouth I cover hers, shaped into an O by her orgasm. I break the kiss and lever myself up, sitting astride her. I take both of her hands in one of mine and the back of her neck in the other. Now I'm pounding her hard, she's crying out softly at each thrust, and I'm driving myself toward the heights of pleasure. I feel the pressure building in my loins, and— Now. I lower my mouth to her neck and bite down. She stiffens in pain and fear, but I ignore her reaction. A small rivulet of blood escapes from the corner of my mouth. I move my lips to capture it and resume my driving thrusts. She's going dry now, with fear, but I do not stop. Her blood, as warm as and sweeter than I had imagined, is running down my throat and I care for little else. Her slender, weak body writhes in her attempts to escape, but she doesn't stand a chance against my inhuman strength. I thrust once more, hard, and feel the pressure break, feel my undead seed fill her. I continue to feed, her motions becoming feebler as she loses her life-blood. Even though I drain her petite body dry, it's not enough. I let my darkness lash out, wrapping her dark form in black tendrils. Slowly they envelop her body, and I consume her, both body and soul. I sigh and roll onto my side, lapping languidly at a bit of blood that escaped my mouth to fall onto her comforter. I lay there perhaps an hour, contented at last. I realize that it is time to get my coffin back to its permanent home, so I get up. I smile at the mirror as I think my clothes onto me. Another soul in my collection, another Missing Person report for the police. Oh, I know I mustn't do it often, but medical blood is so bland that every year or so I must indulge myself. I walk out of the room, shreds of her latest diary entry whirling in my wake. Darkest Night Ch. 02 He watched her for several weeks. Initially, she was cautious, watchful. Gradually, though, as he remained out of sight, she became more bold and daring. She stopped watching over her shoulder as much, stopped scanning the crowds for his face. Finally, about five weeks after the rape, she accepted a date with a guy she had met in the coffee shop. It wasn't that she had forgotten, but she was hopeful that the brutal encounter would never be repeated. She had awakened the morning after the rape, sore and slightly bruised. The unknown man was gone, leaving behind a CD-R with a note that said simply, “for you.” Dreading the discovery, she had loaded the disk in her computer and opened the file in a window. As she had feared, the photographs were burned onto the disk. Using her own camera and computer, he had created a convincing defense for any allegations she might make against him. Not one of the shots showed her being forced or abused, and she knew instantly that she couldn’t file a report. Instead, she had hidden the disk with the incriminating photos on it, and tried to put the incident out of her mind. She knew that he had not left her the only copy of the disk, and she wondered what he would do with the photographs. Now, getting ready for the date, Michelle was nervous and excited. She had not been on a real date in months, since Jason had stopped calling her. He was a loser anyway, she reminded herself. This guy will be different. His name was Randy, and he was easygoing and charming. He had spoken to her several times before getting up enough nerve to ask her out, and she felt that he would be a gentleman on this first date. She dried her hair in its usual style, leaving out the hairspray in case Randy felt like running his hands through it. Makeup just so, enough to enhance without being obvious. Now she thought, what to wear. Something sexy without being over the top. She debated for a few moments, deciding on a red dress. He would like this. It was low enough in the front to give a glimpse of her breasts, short enough to reveal the skin just above her knees. The fabric was soft and shimmery in the light, inviting the eyes and the hands. Sheer black stockings and heels completed the look. Her body was far from perfect, but she knew how to play up her positive attributes. Men liked her curves, and she received compliments and propositions on a regular basis. When the doorbell rang at seven forty-five, she smiled and gave Randy a point for being early. He had told her that their reservations would be for eight thirty, and he would pick her up at eight. Still smiling, she opened the door without looking through the peephole. The smile froze on her lips when she recognized the black man who practically filled the doorway of her small apartment. She tried to slam the door, but his massive form prevented the gesture, and he closed the door behind him a moment later. Michelle backed away from the man who had raped her weeks earlier, feeling trapped and frightened. "Why are you doing this to me?" Her voice rose in anger and frustration. She stumbled as her heel caught in the carpet, and he was immediately close enough to grasp her arm. "Please, leave me alone." She felt tears well up in her eyes and she hated herself for the weakness that allowed him to control her. He still did not speak, pulling her arms behind her and pressing her body against his own. He held her effortlessly, as she fought to free herself from his grip. His lips met the soft skin of her neck, and she tried to shove him away. He persisted, nibbling and sucking at the delicate flesh for a moment as she squirmed. She ignored the little electric thrill that swept through her body and shrugged her shoulders to force him away from her neck. He deftly switched her hands into one of his own, allowing him to tangle his free hand in her hair. He did not pull her hair as she expected, but he cupped her head, tilting it backward as his lips moved to the other side of her neck. His lips and tongue treated her neck gently, applying little pressure but creating an intense sensation. In spite of her fear and anger, Michelle felt aroused by this delicate manipulation. Five weeks had passed since anyone had touched her sexually, and her body immediately responded to this stimulation. As he moved his mouth lower, she held her breath. She realized that she had stopped fighting him, but she rationalized it by telling herself that she couldn't win. His mouth felt warm against the skin on her chest, wet kisses left in his trail as he moved to the neckline of the red dress. His tongue slipped into the cleavage created by her bra, and she shivered involuntarily. He gently sank his teeth into the upper curve of her left breast, sucking with greater pressure and using his tongue to massage the tiny bit of flesh. "Stop," she said finally, realizing at last that he was leaving marks on her. He raised his head and smiled at her this time. His hand behind her head brought her to him, and he kissed her. She forgot again to resist when his tongue slid into her mouth. He tastes like coffee and cinnamon, she realized. What am I doing? The thought came to her suddenly, reminding her of who she was kissing. She pulled away from the kiss, and he released her head. His free hand moved instead to the front of her dress, lowering the neckline to reveal the thin fabric of her demi bra. His fingers easily upset the balance of flesh and fabric to reveal the nipples of both breasts. He immediately took one in his mouth, sucking softly and flicking his tongue over the tip. "Don't do that," she meant the words to be a command, but they came out weak and whispery instead. Her nipple swelled and stiffened, and she felt the pooling heat in her belly. He was turning her on, easily and expertly. Her weak resistance was half-hearted at best, and she wondered if she actually wanted to resist. This did not feel like a rape, but a seduction. "You raped me." She said the words to him, but more to remind herself of the situation. "I don't want this," she said unconvincingly a moment later when he ran his tongue over the other nipple, already erect and eager for the touch. She sucked in a breath through clenched teeth during the teasing touch of his teeth grazing over the aroused flesh. When he kissed her again, she could not help responding. Her tongue met his easily, and she felt his thigh wedge between her own. The excitement increased with the feeling of his denim shirt against her nipples, the thick, muscular width of his leg against her center. She knew he could feel the heat of her pussy on his leg, and his tongue thrust deeper into her unresisting mouth in response. He applied enough pressure against her hands to cause her body to curve against his, back arching as she bent to his will. Finding her mostly compliant, he released her hands and gripped the cheeks of her ass to pull her against him more completely. Michelle felt her sanity slipping away in the heat of arousal, and she struggled to ignore the sensations he was stirring. She pushed ineffectively at his shoulders, pulled against the hardened hands gripping her bottom firmly. He leaned over further, bending her body backward inexorably. She felt herself falling and ceased pushing against him to catch herself. He followed her down, joining her on the floor with his thick leg still between her thighs. As he knelt over her, she felt his eyes on her body and acknowledged the feminine thrill created by the obvious desire in his eyes. She tried to catch his hands, but they seemed to be everywhere at once. He tweaked a nipple and cupped the breast before sweeping the dress up to reveal her panties. His attention was captured by the tiny triangle that barely covered her mons. The delicate strings that held the garment in place would break easily if he tugged, but he just ran one finger along the edge of the fabric. Her pussy was wet. Five weeks ago, this same man had taken her by force. He had commanded a response, but it was still force. This was different in many ways, but she did not want it to happen. “I don’t even know your name.” She blurted the statement out as it occurred to her. I’m spread out in the floor letting some RAPIST handle me! What is happening to me? I am not like this! As the thought entered her mind, she pushed against him with more determination. She managed to cover her panties again, but she could still feel the warmth of his touch against that uniquely tender skin. He ignored her resistance, continuing to assault her with tenderness. He kneaded the muscle of her thigh, and she knew he felt the trembling response. His hand covered her breast, massaging the captive globe in spite of her attempt to push the hand away. Later, she would wonder how things would have played out if she hadn’t done it. But, lacking sufficient alternatives, she punched him. The blow landed about mid-chest, fairly solidly but without enough force to do more than anger him. He slapped her in response, just hard enough to leave her face stinging. His swift capture of her hands prevented further retaliation, and after quickly lifting her toward him, she soon found her wrists confined with a set of handcuffs he pulled from his pocket. The handcuffs were behind her, but she had seen in the quick manipulations he performed that they had been modified in some way. For one thing, the chain between the two cuffs was longer than the standard distance. There was some kind of fur covering the metal of the shackles, making the feeling one of soft control. With her hands confined, she could feel the cold length of chain against her back when he pushed her back down to the floor. He held her firmly against the floor with one of his meaty hands against her throat. He did not apply pressure, but resisted any effort she made to free herself. “Please, don’t do this to me again.” She once again begged him to stop, without any real hope that he would. “You don’t want me to fuck you again, Michelle?” His voice was not harsh, but it easily conveyed his skepticism. Understandably, she screamed silently at herself. He can tell that I’m excited. I don’t want this! But I can’t help responding. What the hell is WRONG with me? She shook her head, as much at herself as at him. “I want you to drop dead.” She forced herself to speak harshly, ignoring the heat in her body as his free hand continued to caress her. “I want you to stop, please.” She whispered the last as his fingers traced the outline of her panties again. She could not actually remember when he had lifted her skirt again, but the heat of his touch made her weak with anticipation. She was anticipating his rape this time. She could feel her body responding, feel the moisture between her thighs. The hell of it was that this man was creating a stronger response than any lover she’d had in the past. He lay beside her on the floor, smiling when she closed her legs immediately against him. He propped on his elbow, looking at her as the hand at her throat slid down to touch her breasts. “You are mine, Shelly” He whispered the words close to her ear, his warm breath tickling the inside of her ear and sending another little electric thrill through her body. “See how much you want me? I know you think it’s wrong, but this is how you need it. You need to be taken, you have to lose control.” As he spoke softly in her ear, his fingers pinched each of her nipples alternately. She shook her head again, tears forming as she realized the truth of his statement. She was ready to be fucked, only moments after having her home invaded again. When he slid his hand down her body, she clenched her thighs together more tightly, knowing he would feel the wet, eager response of her body if he felt her pussy. He did not attempt to force his hand between her thighs, concentrating on the exposed flesh between the elasticized top of her stockings and the tiny scrap of fabric shielding her pussy. He watched her quivering reaction, smilingly wondering if she realized that he was not restraining her. Her eyes followed the movement of his fingers, the stark contrast of her white skin against his own mesmerizing. She sucked her lower lip as his fingers approached the juncture of her thighs again. Closing her eyes, she allowed her legs to fall apart slightly, hoping he would take the unspoken invitation. He dipped her fingers into the warm space created by her open thighs, pressing against her center. She closed her eyes more tightly and parted her legs a little more. He growled softly in reaction to her compliance. Using one finger, he lifted the panties away from her flesh, pulling the silky material up and watching her face. He pulled the garment to one side, letting it rest against her skin, no longer concealing her pussy from his view. As he traced the smoothly shaven lips of her pussy, she twitched in reaction. When the doorbell rang, her eyes flew open immediately. She closed her thighs, trapping his hand against her pussy, and tried to sit up. “Who’s at the door, Shelly?” The question stopped her instantly, and she realized that without this interruption, she would have complied with his seduction. “My date, Randy.” She answered automatically, still intensely aware of his hot fingers against her moist cunt. “Let me up.” “Hold on, bitch,” he replied. He squirmed his hand enough to slide one thick finger into the welcoming heat of her juicy pussy. “Do you really want the guy on the other side of the door?” His thumb applied pressure to her clit, and she felt it pulsing in response. “Ignore the door, and he’ll go away.” He pulled his finger out of her pussy, using the moisture to lubricate her nipple before sucking the taut bud into his mouth. She hesitated a moment before screaming for help. Insanity aside, this was wrong, and she needed help to get out of the situation. If Randy left, no one else would hear her screaming, since the neighbors were gradually disappearing. The young woman next door had moved three months ago, and the apartment was still empty. The black man laughed when he released her nipple, which she found strange. He pulled her to her feet, propelling her toward the door. When he reached out to open the door, she felt like protesting. Her breasts were exposed, but then, the person outside was supposed to help her out of the situation. Randy stood silently for a moment, and she spoke quickly, uncertain how the rapist would react. “Help me, Randy.” “Oh, I will, baby.” Randy moved into the apartment, smiling wolfishly, and she felt a rush of dread. It turned to horror when he spoke to the man behind her. “Yo, Reggie. Just like we planned, huh, buddy?” The men exchanged some type of closed fist greeting, ignoring her for a moment as they celebrated the culmination of some devious scheme. Randy looked at Michelle again, nodding as he took in the sight of her soft breasts and stiff nipples. Just as she was preparing to run, Reggie grabbed her shoulders, pulling her against him and tipping her head back with one hand in her hair. Michelle tried unsuccessfully to claw Reggie, but his thick jeans prevented her from doing any damage. Randy sucked her nipples, lifting each breast to his mouth and feasting on them greedily. His teeth grazed the sensitive nipples, his tongue laving the tiny injury. She struggled against the two men, but without any genuine hope of escape. Reggie, she thought. At least I know his name now. The irony of that thought was not lost on her, and she twisted violently against the hands that held her. When she lifted her leg, trying to catch Randy’s groin unprotected, he deftly caught the leg and pulled it around his body. The men worked so well together that Michelle thought this must be a routine for them. While Reggie held her tightly against his body, Randy worked himself into position to prevent her from closing her legs. His fingers found her wet pussy, sliding easily into the creamy tunnel. He finger fucked her roughly, sucking her nipples harder now and ignoring her protests. “Oh, yeah, baby. Reggie said you were a hot little slut.” Randy spoke finally, lifting his mouth from her nipples finally, but continuing to fuck her with his fingers. He slid a third finger into her pussy, and she felt the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched. His fingers were not as thick as Reggie’s though, and she knew how massive Reggie’s cock was. The fingers would be the least of her worries. “Don’t do this, Randy. I don’t want this. He raped me last month, and he’s here today to rape me again. Please, leave me alone, help me.” Michelle spoke quickly, but knowing that Randy would be little help against this massive black man. Randy was about 5’11” tall, lean and lanky, as opposed to Reggie being at least 6’2” and thickly muscled. Randy responded to her plea by stroking her clit with his thumb. He pinched the nipple of her left breast and rocked his fingers inside her squishy wet pussy. “I saw the pictures, Michelle, and that doesn’t look like rape to me.” Randy responded verbally without meeting her eyes. He focused on the reddened tips of her breasts, still forced upward by the demi bra and the neckline of her dress. “And,” he continued while playing with her pussy, “this doesn’t feel like a pussy that wants to be left alone.” Reggie spoke, his voice close to her ear. “That is a sweet, juicy pussy, man.” She felt overwhelmed by shame as they discussed her undeniable physical response. “She needs a good fucking, been waiting for me to come back over here and tear that pussy up again. She even wanted you in on it, insisted on it, as a matter of fact.” Reggie laughed easily, without any apparent jealousy or animosity. “I was going to leave you standing on the doorstep, man, but she wanted more dick than I could offer, I guess.” Michelle felt despair and hopelessness engulf her. There was no escape, and no mercy in either man. On top of that, her body was betraying her, responding eagerly to the unwanted caresses of the two rapists in her living room. Randy stepped back, removing his intrusive fingers and allowing her leg to drop. He pulled a pocket knife from his jeans pocket and opened it. While her eyes widened in sudden fear, Reggie trapped one of her legs between his own. With only one leg to support herself, she was unable to kick out at Randy as he approached her with the knife. She felt certain that he was not going to really hurt her, but she was still frightened by the brandishing of a weapon when she was so obviously overpowered. “Please, I’m begging you.” She heard her voice crack, and felt hot tears spill over her face. “Please, don’t do this to me.” The tip of the knife sliced easily through the delicate fabric of her dress, opening the front to the waist. He carefully left the bra intact, its half cups seeming to offer her breasts as a sacrifice. He sliced through the sleeves then, leaving only the skirt hanging around her hips. He set the knife on the nearby table and gripped the sides of the dress. With one powerful movement of his arms, the dress ripped loudly, separating completely so that only the pressure of Reggie’s body against hers kept the garment from falling to the floor. Clad in the sheer demi bra, a pair of twisted red silk panties, her elasticized black stockings and heels, she felt like the slut they accused her of being. Reggie stepped away from her briefly and she felt the material slip to the floor. She immediately took advantage of the opportunity to kick out at Randy again, smiling in satisfaction when her foot connected solidly with his shin. He swore loudly, and Reggie immediately applied pressure, forcing her down to her knees. “You know you are going to pay for that, Shelly.” Reggie was smiling when he said it, but the threat was clear. His fingers bit into her shoulders slightly as he kept her in the floor. “Here you go, man. Shelly wants to suck your dick for you, to make up for being mean.” Darkest Night Ch. 02 “No,” she said hopelessly. “PLEASE, please leave me alone. I won’t do it.” She knew Reggie could force her, even without the gun, but she still had to resist. Her arousal had faded significantly as it became apparent that she was going to be forcibly raped, yet again. Reggie laughed aloud, and she realized that he knew what she was thinking. Leaning close, he whispered in her ear so that Randy could not hear his words. “If you don’t suck his dick, babe, it’s going right up that sweet virgin ass of yours.” She raised her eyes to meet his and could see that he meant it. “Now, darling slut, you know what to say, right?” She hesitated. The worst thing about the day after the rape had been remembering that she had begged for all of it. Under duress, of course, but she had begged him to degrade her in order to escape the pain he inflicted on her. The humiliation had lasted long after the soreness of her body faded. “You have about two more seconds, and if you like the idea of being ass fucked, I’ll take sloppy seconds just this once.” “Please,” she blurted out. “Randy, let me suck your cock.” She hoped that would be enough to satisfy their need to degrade her, but Randy appeared to be thinking it over. Knowing that was a bad sign, she repeated her request a little more desperately. “Come on, Randy, let me give you head. Let me make up for being mean to you, please.” She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally nodded. When he opened his jeans, his cock sprang free, already erect. Dropping the jeans and kicking off his Nikes, he sat on the edge of the sofa. He pulled his shirt over his head and leaned back, naked and obviously aroused. His dick was long and curved toward his chest. The shaft was thick, although not nearly as thick as Reggie’s cock. She knew that under normal circumstances, this cock would feel good sliding into her pussy. It would cause immense pain, however, entering her ass. Even the introduction of a finger caused significant discomfort, and she had no desire to ever attempt anal sex. “Okay, then, slut,” he said to her. “Come on over here and show me what you can do.” Reggie released her, and she had to crawl across the floor to take Randy’s cock into her mouth. The further degradation of crawling stabbed at her, and she wondered if she would ever regain her dignity following this experience. With her hands still restrained, she mouthed his cock until the angle was right to take it in her mouth. Randy groaned in appreciation, rocking his hips in time with her bobbing head. She did not attempt any of the niceties, the teasing, that she would have normally practiced with a new lover. This was a task to be completed as quickly as possible, and she sucked hard, hoping he would cum quickly. She became aware of Reggie behind her, and briefly wondered what he was going to do. She felt his hands pushing her legs apart, forcing her lower and opening her sex. He slid into position below her, his breath teasing the delicate flesh of her pussy. He wedged his shoulders between her knees, and she tried to push away from the mouth she knew was just beneath her moist, sensitive cunt. He pulled her down firmly against his mouth, using both hands to squeeze the cheeks of her ass. His tongue traveled over her pussy lips before diving into the creamy tunnel insistently. Distracted, she stopped sucking Randy, and he responded by holding her head in place and thrusting his cock into her mouth. He was dissatisfied with the result and released her long enough to stand. She found herself between the two of them, Reggie licking her pussy while Randy fucked her mouth. She was unable to do more than accept the treatment they lavished on her, one taking and the other giving. She gripped Reggie’s hands with her own, unable to resist the seduction of his tongue on her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she shivered and pressed her pussy against his face more firmly. He shoved his tongue deep into her, teasing her with the soft wet penetration. One hand slid under her bottom and his finger entered her wet pussy from behind while his tongue circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. His finger fucked her slowly and rhythmically. She clenched his hand harder, desperate now for the release that hovered just out of reach. The wet finger unexpectedly left her pussy and just the tip entered her ass slowly. After catching her breath in discomfort initially, Michelle adjusted quickly as the intrusion stimulated her further. This can’t be happening, she thought suddenly. That feels so damn good. Oh, yes, Reggie, mmmm, lick my pussy. Do it, just like that. She was grateful for the cock in her mouth, sliding into her throat repeatedly and keeping her from speaking the thoughts aloud. Randy was thrusting more rapidly, and she knew that she was about to receive a mouthful of semen. The idea disgusted her, but was also strangely exciting. Yes, she thought in her passionate frenzy. You cum in my mouth and I’ll cum in his. When Reggie used one hand to pull her ass cheeks apart, she used her own hand on the opposite cheek to assist the effort. “Drink my cum, you nasty slut.” Randy spoke in a choked voice, forcing his shaft balls deep in her throat and cutting off her air supply as he spilled a thick sticky load into her mouth. Reggie simultaneously sucked her clit into his mouth and pushed the finger further into her ass, forcing her into an intense orgasmic spasm. He worked the finger in and out quickly as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Her release came suddenly, the intensity of it making her lightheaded and dizzy. It continued even after Randy finished using her mouth for his own pleasure, and she swallowed his load without thinking about the act. “Ah,” she moaned softly as the orgasm slowly faded in intensity. Another soft gasp followed as Reggie eased his finger out of her ass while still licking softly at her cunt. She felt boneless and limp when he finally stopped. The muscles of her thighs trembled and refused to support her weight. She was barely aware of Randy moving to the recliner to watch as Reggie slid her down his body. She realized for the first time that he was naked as well, and she felt the familiar stretch of her pussy as his dick lodged against her incredibly wet opening. She felt his hands on her hips, and her eyes closed. She knew he would force the issue, knew he would shove into her with enough force to cause pain. She felt too weak to even resist, knowing it would be futile anyway. When nothing happened for a moment, she opened her eyes and focused on Reggie’s face. “Take it in, Shelly.” His voice was seductive, hypnotizing her it seemed. His lips were still wet from her pussy, and she really wanted to fuck him. She struggled with the conflict between what her mind demanded and her body was screaming for completion. He reached behind her, and through some unknown mechanism separated the chain of the cuffs in the middle. He brought her hands forward, placing them on his chest with the chain hanging loosely on either side of his body. She shivered as his cock pulsed against her soft center. She knew from her previous experience that cooperation was essential to avoid being hurt, but she could not accept this. “I can’t,” she whispered her response, knowing it would anger him, but still unable to cooperate voluntarily. His eyes changed, but it looked more like disappointment than anger to her. He pressed forward with his hips, simultaneously easing her hips back onto the enormous swollen shaft that awaited her eagerly. Several inches of his thick cock slid easily into her initially, causing no pain and only a full feeling as her body stretched to accommodate him. “Oh, God,” she breathed softly. She felt the fading orgasm shiver along her spine, and knew that she would easily cum again from this. Her fingers curled against his chest and she arched her body to take him in further. She lifted herself off of him and lowered slowly, taking a little more in. The feeling was indescribably sweet, stretched to the limit without pain, wet and hot. She couldn’t force herself to stop. She rode his cock slowly, unable to take the entire length but enjoying the slick sensation of penetration. Don’t think about it, she told herself as she engulfed his cock with her pussy. He’s gonna have it one way or another, and THIS, oh, yeah, this feels so good. His hands and hips worked with her, guiding more of the length in gradually. Finally, she felt the head of his cock bump into her cervix as she took the last inch and rested against his body. Buried inside her, he held her in place and rocked against her. His hands moved from her hips and cupped her buttocks. He dug his fingers into the muscles and urged her to move. He allowed her to set the pace, and she rode him faster once she became accustomed to the size of him. His finger eased back into her ass, and she felt an instant response in her pussy. He matched the motion of his finger with her own urgent rise and fall against his body. She stopped in surprise when she felt him hold her still. Her eyes met his questioningly, and he just shook his head at her. His hands on her ass kept the cheeks apart when he pulled the single thick finger out of her, and she felt another hand on her. She remembered that the other guy, Randy was in the room suddenly. It was his hand she felt rubbing some kind of lubricant into the forbidden spot Reggie had just opened. The lubricant was oily enough that Randy was able to easily slide his finger back into her anal opening. That done, he slid the finger out and pressed two back into her with more lubricant. Michelle quickly sobered enough to realize what was about to happen and tried to get away. Reggie responded by putting his legs over her own to hold them down against the floor. Her knees flat on the carpet, with his thighs over her ankles, she was held immovable. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flat against his body. Randy’s finger were causing some discomfort, but the knowledge of what was about to happen sent fear through her like ice water. “Please, no.” Her voice was frantic with fright and horror. “Reggie, don’t do this to me. Randy, please, no.” “Yo, man, you covered?” Reggie did not respond to her pleas, instead addressing Randy as he knelt behind the helplessly restrained woman. With her arms pinned against Reggie, she scratched and tried to dig her nails into the vulnerable flesh of his chest. “Relax, Shelly.” He spoke to her then, ignoring Randy. “You didn’t want me to be the first to break in that sweet ass, didja?” Reggie smiled as he asked the question, as if they were lovers and it was a given that she would be ass fucked at some point in time. “Imagine how much worse it would be if it was all this big black dick going into that tight ass, babe.” “Please,” she sobbed. “Please, don’t do this. You’re gonna kill me.” She collapsed against Reggie’s body, allowing her head to fall onto his chest in defeat. She knew the pain was coming, and was helpless to prevent it. Randy used one hand to pull her open further, lodging the head of his cock against the well-oiled opening. She groaned as he pressed against the unyielding ring, feeling pain and pressure intensely. The expected pain came a few seconds later when the ring finally yielded and the tip of his cock slipped into her previously un-fucked ass. She screamed as the pain seemed to swallow her up completely. She struggled against the two of them, violently attempting to escape from the brutal, excruciating pain. She could have never imagined the intensity of the pain, and this was even after having their fingers and the lubricant to ease the path. Struggling to catch her breath, she screamed again as Randy forced more of his long cock into her ass, not even pausing to allow her to accommodate the intrusion. She had thought that his cock was not that thick, but feeling it tear into her ass, it felt like a huge, unmanageable log. He began fucking her ass, carelessly shoving over half of the tool into her with each stroke, forcing her tight ass to contain him. She continued sobbing against Reggie, able to feel the pressure against the wall between her pussy and ass when Randy pressed his dick into her opened ass. He fucked her ass with the same short, staccato strokes he had used while raping her mouth, and pain accompanied each stab of his cock. With her pussy full the entire time, it felt as if each powerful thrust would split her open. She fought against the two men, feeling a brief wave of nausea as the attack continued unrelentingly. The pain subsided after an interminable period of time, probably only five minutes, gradually dulling to an ache that seemed to center in her belly. Her ass felt impossibly expanded around the cock that filled her, and she grunted involuntarily with each thrust he gave. She sank her teeth into the muscle of Reggie’s chest, using the firm flesh to muffle the sound of her prolonged torture. Reggie responded by loosening his grip on her and rocking his hips slightly. The sensation was incredibly sweet and sudden, and she felt like her body released a flood of sex juice around the black cock filling her pussy. Her quick intake of breath signaled to Reggie that the sensation was more of pleasure, and he tilted her hips to create a slight sliding feeling that worked with the in and out strokes of the man behind her. Michelle was surprised by the sudden switch, but the agony blurred into intense sensation that saturated her body. It seemed that the tiniest movement of either man sent a thrill over her, and she immediately felt the anticipation of another orgasm. Amazed that it could happen so suddenly, she held her breath. The pain was still present, but now it provided further impetus for her arousal and release. Behind her, Randy groaned and shoved deeper into her ass, his second discharge at her expense arriving suddenly. He rested some of his weight against her bottom, his hands digging into her hips before he pulled out of her. There was a brief feeling of emptiness before Reggie pushed her up. She sat straight up, feeling his cock still stretching her and filling her completely. She heard the elastic snap of a condom as Randy removed one and casually stood watching the couple still in the floor. Glancing around, he located the camera on the desk and began snapping photographs of Michelle as she rode the thick black cock of a man about whom she knew absolutely nothing. She gathered her feet under her, her heels allowing her to rise and fall easily over the immense dick that never completely left her wet pussy. She stopped when he put his hands under her, hesitation evident as he repositioned her slightly. His cock slipped wetly from her pussy, and he pressed it gently between her cheeks. Using his hands to hold her open, he waited for her to lower herself onto the waiting cock. Michelle was beyond rational thought. The intense sexual pleasure and the lingering dull pain had blurred everything else. Balancing carefully, she pressed down to engulf the thick head of his dick within her ass. Finding the pain to be manageable after all, she slowly pressed more of his cock into her tightest orifice. Without any urging from him, she used her own fingers to play with her clit. Her movements became somewhat unsteady as the muscles of her thighs twitched in response to the stimulation she was receiving. With her fingers manipulating her pussy, she could tolerate more of the pain generated by his cock penetrating her ass. She only tolerated a few inches, still. Within a very short time, she could feel the orgasm slipping over her. Tiny tremors shook her body, and Reggie’s hands kept her from losing the rhythm she had set. His teeth were set, and she could see that his own release was dangerously close as well. “Do it,” she gasped. “Cum, Reggie.” Slipping her wet fingers down to grasp the thick stalk, Michelle moved faster over him, using the tight muscled ring of her ass to stimulate him further. “Cum in my ass, Reggie, do it now.” Her thighs were aching from the unfamiliar exercise, but the mixture of pain and pleasure was too extreme to resist. She felt her own climax roll over her like a tidal wave, and was barely aware that he lodged another couple of inches in her ass before his cock began emptying a hot, viscous load of semen into her. Breathing heavily, she gradually slipped the softening penis from her stretched rectum. When he finally exited from her, with an audible popping sound, she relaxed against him once more. She ignored Randy, continuing to take pictures of the two of them while she lay atop her ‘rapist.’ She blinked several times, yawned and waited for her ears to stop ringing. Long, silent moments later, Michelle was aware of voices. She realized that she had dozed, and she opened her eyes to find the two men standing a few feet away. Reggie had the camera in his hand, and Randy was putting his clothes back on. She did not speak as the men again exchanged that strange closed fist tap. Randy left the apartment without even glancing at her again. Michelle watched him leave impassively, following Reggie with her eyes. He set the camera down on the desk before approaching her. He extended his hand to her, helping her to her feet. He unlocked the handcuffs, checking her wrists to make sure there was no damage. The strange furry covering had protected her skin, and there was no evidence of having been restrained. She experienced a bizarre sense of disorientation as he kissed the inside of her left wrist after checking it for bruising. He led her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He removed the clothing she had worn during the sexual encounter, dropping the tiny garments into a neat pile in the bathroom floor. He unbuckled the strap of her heels and eased them off her feet. Lingeringly, he slid the sheer stockings from her shapely legs to leave her naked. She stood silently and allowed him to wash her with a warm wet cloth. He was gentle and thorough, soothing without words. When she attempted to speak, he shushed her with a gentle finger over her lips. He washed himself with a second cloth while she watched and then he brought her back into the bedroom. When he pulled her back into the bed, she offered no resistance. Cradling her with apparent tenderness, he curled around her as he had done before when he visited. She wanted to talk about this, the most intense and satisfying sexual experience of her life. Is this really rape? I mean, I didn’t want it initially, and I definitely said no, she thought. But after everything, it was so … oh, wow. I have to ask him if he’s going to keep doing this. I can’t let him keep doing this to me. He hurt me before, and this time was rough, too, in a different way. He is going to have to tell me, talk to me. But exhaustion consumed her, and she slept in his arms almost at once. Darkest Night Ch. 03 Awakening early the following morning, Michelle stretched her sore muscles. She opened her eyes, noticing that the sun was barely invading the quiet darkness of her bedroom. And she noticed that she was alone. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, having decided to talk to Reggie about this strange phenomenon. She rose slowly from her bed, padded to the bathroom and started the shower. The warm spray of water did little to ease her sore muscles. For several moments, she simply stood, allowing the water to caress her flesh. She lathered a thick cloth, finally, using her favorite scented liquid soap. She washed from head to toe, finding an assortment of scrapes and bruises. Her left breast sported a large red 'hickey,' and the nipples of both breasts were red and tender. She smiled involuntarily as she soaped her breasts, enjoying the sensation of the rough cloth on the hypersensitive skin. She also spent a significant amount of time washing her nether regions. She carefully soaped and rinsed, using her fingers to lather all of the hidden folds of her pussy. She concentrated on the act of cleansing, aware of the small shivers of awareness that coursed through her body. It seemed that having been exposed to Reggie and his touch had made her more sensitive or responsive to sexual stimulus. She applied a small amount of shave gel and removed the faint stubble, enjoying the smoothness of her shaved cunt. She lathered her slit once more, taking more time than necessary in washing the remaining shave gel from her most sensitive flesh. Two of her slim fingers dipped between the outer lips of her pussy, circling her clit tenderly. She shivered in reaction, repeating the action several times. Without conscious thought, she propped one foot on the side of the bathtub, opening her slit more fully to her roving fingers. The warm water rinsed the soapy lather away as she ran her fingers along her pussy lips. Silently, her fingers increased in pace and purpose. Two fingers now teased at the moist opening, while a third massaged her throbbing clit firmly. With her other hand, Michelle began plucking at her tender nipples, pinching and twisting lightly. Her fingers moved faster as the shivering sensation of an approaching orgasm raced along her body. She felt the involuntary twitching of her stomach and thigh muscles, moaned softly as the memory of the previous night entered her mind. Images exploded in her mind like vivid photographs. She pictured the scene as her mouth was used by one man while another feasted on her smoothly shaven cunt. She was also able to recall the exact sensations, feeling her body heat as her fingers slid deeper into her warmth. She imagined how she looked while being filled with two throbbing cocks, stretching her tight orifices beyond belief. And she felt a slight spasm as she remembered how it felt to be filled to capacity by the men who invaded her home and her body. Michelle lost herself in thought, forgetting her unwillingness and the unpleasant sensations. She focused on the feelings Reggie was able to arouse, how her body responded to his touch and his complete control. Closing her eyes tightly, Michelle let the memories to wash over her body, allowed the quivering sensations to surround her. She plunged a third finger into her slippery channel, driving all three fingers deep. She withdrew slightly before sliding deeper still, her thumb pressed against her clit massaging it with a circular motion. She barely noticed the cooling water, her flesh so hot that sweat beaded on her forehead. She gripped one breast firmly, pinching the nipple tight between her thumb and forefinger. Her fingers thrust rapidly into her moist pussy, stretching and filling the snug passage. The muscles in her stomach trembled, her legs weakened by the prolonged stance in the shower and the activity of the previous evening. Delicious shivers raced along every nerve ending in her body, centering on her throbbing clit and tender nipples then radiating out to encompass her entire form. Over and over, she plunged her fingers into her hot cunt, unwilling to forgo the climax that hovered just out of reach. Her mind seized on the feeling of Reggie's massive cock filling her pussy, stretching her in every direction and pressing against her cervix. She felt another tiny spasm as she thought of his possession of her body, and surely it could not be considered anything else. His control had been complete, not only forcing her to comply, but also eliciting a tremendous response. The addition of his buddy, the planned-date-turned-co-rapist, had only made his influence more noticeable. Her body responded to Reggie in a way she had never experienced with any man Despite the determined motion of her fingers and the images filling her mind, Michelle found her orgasm to be elusive. Massaging her clit, she became more frustrated as the moments passed without the sweet release she sought. She was disappointed as her arms and legs became tired. It was clear that she was not going to be able to finish what she had started. She finally noticed the cooling water and reluctantly removed her fingers from her pulsating pussy. Before she could turn off the taps, however, the spray of water became icy cold, drenching her hot flesh and causing her to give a startled scream. Hurriedly, she flipped the switch for the shower and turned off the now-cold water. She shivered in reaction to the sudden change in temperature and reached for her towel. Although her arousal had faded slightly in reaction to the cold, she still felt the aching need to reach orgasm. She toweled her body quickly, using the fluffy towel to create friction and warm her icy flesh. She became distracted while drying her breasts, enjoying the sensation of the terry cloth on her tender nipples. Shaking her head in disgust, she felt sudden shame as she acknowledged to herself that she was horny. And, far from being furious with the events of the previous night, she was just disappointed that she had awakened alone once more. Would she ever see Reggie again? Would he appear weeks or months later to command a reaction from her body? And most importantly, why did she hope the answer was yes? In the weeks following her first encounter with Reggie, an encounter she could no longer call a 'rape', she had come to realize that her reaction was more intense and inexplicable than she could have imagined. Although he had delivered pleasure and pain, along with a liberal helping of humility, she couldn't muster much regret for having had the experience. The melding of pleasure and pain was exquisite, and she doubted she would have discovered that without his invasion of her life. Wrapping the towel around her body, she tucked one end under her arm to hold it in place as she walked through the single bedroom and into the front room of the apartment. Nothing was out of place, there was no evidence of the previous night's activities. Her digital camera lay on the computer desk, another CD-R labeled 'Round 2' beneath it. She wondered again why he took pictures of their encounters. Leaving the pictures to be viewed later, she returned to her bedroom. She needed some relief from the sexual tension she was feeling, and then she could face the day. Pulling out the assorted toys from her bureau drawer, she debated which ones would deliver. Not the same as having a large, well-endowed black man, but hopefully, enough to take the edge off her frustration. Settling on the largest of her vibrators, she crawled back into her bed. Lying on her back, she spread her legs obscenely wide, feeling the moist lips of her cunt open to expose her most sensitive flesh. She used the water-based lubricant to wet her pussy, knowing that it was probably going to be very sensitive after being pounded by her fingers in the shower. She flipped the switch, turning on the device and setting it on low. The soft humming filled her senses as she traced the cleft between her outer lips, drawing moisture from her clit downward and then back up again. She circled her clit with the buzzing plastic cock, lifting her hips toward it as the sensitive nerves responded to the artificial stimulation. She repeated the action over and over, surrounding her clit with moisture and teasing herself. Sliding the buzzing vibrator lower, she eased it into her waiting pussy, slowly pressing it deeper. Her fingers dipped into the slippery wetness, finding her tingling clit and stroking it. She drove the imitation cock deep, pulling it out slowly and forcing it back inside more rapidly. Her breathing shortened as the feelings intensified. Both hands moved faster, one plunging the humming machine deeply into her juicy pussy, the other manipulating the delicate bundle of nerves in an attempt to hasten her climax. She rapidly returned to the brink of orgasm, feeling the shivers and tiniest spasms that signaled her release. She was intensely aware of the slushy sounds of her pussy being pounded, the stretching of her walls by the plastic cock, her fingers against her clit. Closing her eyes tightly, she pictured Reggie's large cock, imagined that he was forcing it into her. Her hips rose to meet the thrusting of the fake shaft, over and over again until the heat from the vibrator felt like it would burn her pussy. Her fingers began to stiffen and cramp from the prolonged stimulation of her stubborn cunt, but the orgasm continued to elude her. Michelle groaned in frustration, feeling her arms growing more tired, knowing that the orgasm she craved was not going to happen. She just couldn't make it happen. Two hours later, she felt no better. Having finally stopped masturbating, she still felt incredibly horny, as if she could come just from thinking about it. Hah! she thought, If only it WAS that easy. I nearly rubbed a callus on my fucking pussy and couldn't get off. What is wrong with me??? Can I only get off with that fuckin' rapist? She had dressed in a sundress, leaving her panties off to keep from having anything rub against the overly sensitive skin. Or maybe she was just thinking of easy access if her friendly neighborhood rapist stopped by. I bet I'd cum as soon as he shoved that big monster cock in me, she thought disgustedly. No wonder he came back, I'm like a bitch in heat. And now it's even worse! Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Jason popped into her mind. The worthless piece of a man had been a boyfriend until four months earlier. He had very few redeeming qualities, but he wasn't a bad fuck. His cock was nothing like Reggie's, but she didn't exactly have the number to call Reggie, did she? And Jason was not seeing anyone that she knew of, and he didn't mind 'sharing' his stuff, even if he was. She knew this from experience. Dialing the number, Michelle knew she might end up regretting this course of action. But she thought maybe he would want to reconcile, or that he would mock her in turning her down. She just swallowed her pride out of desperation. Nothing would be accomplished until she quieted her hungry little pussy, it seemed. By one o'clock, Jason was knocking on the door of her apartment. Michelle answered wearing a negligee and heels. She led him to the bedroom without a word. Leaving the lights on in the bedroom, she sashayed around in front of him, swaying seductively as he peeled off his shirt. Jason was a few inches taller than Michelle, maybe 5'9" or 5'10". His body was softer than she preferred, the muscles buried under a little fat, and he was, of course, white. But she had never noticed how white, how pale, he was. He probably never gets outside, she thought. Always inside jacking off, I guess. She smiled at the thought, but acknowledged to herself the likelihood that it was true. She hesitated as his hands moved to the belt buckle at his waist, realizing that she was less turned on at this moment than she had been all day. "Stop," she said without thinking any further. "I don't think this is such a good idea, after all." She bent to retrieve his shirt, holding it out to him and trying not to reveal her sudden distaste for him. He stood still for a moment, a puzzled look on his face. "But, you said--" "I know what I said. I changed my mind." She threw his shirt toward him, nodding when he caught it automatically. "You need to go. I need you to go." She spoke firmly, allowing no room for negotiation. He seemed to hesitate, finally slipping back into the shirt. "What kind of game are you playin', Michelle?" His voice conveyed some of his anger, but she wasn't worried. If anything, she was amused. Jason was so different from Reggie, and she couldn't really say she was still afraid of Reggie. Jason was no threat at all. "No game, Jace. Just changed my mind. A woman's prerogative, you know?" Slipping into a robe, Michelle gestured for him to leave her bedroom. Following him to the door, she was silently thankful that she had changed her mind, refusing to have mediocre sex with someone she had put in the past. She opened the door enough to allow him to leave, ignoring his hopeful "Couldn't you change it again?" She pushed against his chest, forcing him back the last step out of the apartment, closing the door on whatever additional comments he might have made. She leaned against the door, breathing a sigh of relief. What was I thinking, having Jason - of all people - come over to relieve sexual frustration? As I recall, he wasn't that great, although no one is, in comparison to Reggie. How could I locate him, though? She had finished thinking of Jason, and her mind turned to the unbelievable task of trying to find Reggie, a large black man in a city of over 50,000. It was basically an impossible task, she knew. She had to wait to hear from him, if ever he contacted her again. When the doorbell rang, she shook her head at Jason's persistence. She opened the door to insist that he leave, once and for all. However, she was surprised to find that the man on the other side of the door was not Jason, but Reggie. The instinctive smile that formed on her lips froze when she noticed the expression on his face. She took two steps back, concerned by the naked fury in his eyes. He lunged forward, kicked the door shut behind him, and caught her arm in one huge hand. He yanked her up closer to him, the fingers of his right hand digging into the flesh of her upper arm painfully. He used his left hand and his massive body to force her around, backing her up against the closed door. "What are you doing?" She spoke without thinking, surprise and pain evident in her voice. "You're hurting me!" His left hand moved to her throat, thumb and forefingers forming an immovable cage around most of her delicate neck. She swallowed in sudden fear, and he could feel the movement under his hand. "Did you let him touch you?" Reggie spoke softly, his voice at odds with the barely suppressed violence of his touch. She closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly. Regret poured through her, leaving her nauseated and wondering what he would do to her. "I -" "Why was he here, Michelle? I see how you are dressed, are you going to tell me you didn't invite him?" His voice was harsher now, his anger less controlled as his fingers tightened slightly around her neck. Her hands moved to grasp his forearm in an automatic gesture of self-defense. "Please," she struggled to find the words to persuade him of her innocence, not knowing what he might do in retaliation. "I did call him." She spoke more rapidly as the fingers twitched in response, remaining tight enough to cause her concern. "I changed my mind, told him he had to leave. I just thought I needed-- I didn't know how to find you." She stopped the frantic appeal, meeting his eyes and seeing what appeared to be a slight lessening in his anger. "I told you that I fuckin' OWN you!" He leaned closer, his body pinning her to the door, his fingers remaining locked around her throat. "I don't know what you were thinking, but you will live to regret it." He released her suddenly, stepping back and moving across the room. When he turned toward the bedroom, she took a single step after him before hesitating. She sat, instead, sinking to the sofa weakly. Now that he was here, and so clearly infuriated, she wondered why she had hoped to see him again. She was sure he wasn't making empty threats, and feared what he might do to her. When he called her into the bedroom, her heart pounded in fear. She knew that she should run, call for help, or something. But her feet automatically moved toward him. His inexplicable control of her body had extended to her mind, and she felt an uncontrollable urge to appease his anger, rather than avoid it. She entered the bedroom with some trepidation, finding him standing next to her bed. He removed a lightweight jacket, and she was shocked when he revealed a police officer's uniform, complete with a badge and nameplate that identified Reggie as Lt. R. Underwood. He didn't speak for a moment, watching her reaction change from shock to understanding. Small wonder that he had not been concerned about the legalities, since he could probably make any report she filed disappear. "Get me a pair of your pantyhose and some duct tape, Michelle." He spoke firmly, no anger evident in his voice now. He had regained control, but was still obviously dangerous. She found the items he requested, feeling a thrill of excitement wash over her. At least he hadn't left, and she felt sure he would not do anything to actually hurt her. At least, not permanently, since she had learned that pain was often fleeting. Reggie's next command had her even more excited, as he told her to take off her robe and lie down on the bed. She complied wordlessly, knowing that he would tolerate no delays. Cold metal handcuffs appeared in his hand, and she shivered in anticipation and dread. They were a grim reminder of his mood, compared to the fuzzy handcuffs he had used the previous night. He secured her hands to the headboard, kneeling beside her on the bed, working quickly and without comment. As her breath emerged in quiet little pants, she watched as he tore off a strip of duct tape. She anticipated his next move, surprised that she would not be made to beg or plead. The sticky tape covered her mouth, and her eyes met his in wordless question. "No, Michelle," he answered with an icy voice. "No begging for mercy this time. This isn't about pleasure, it's about punishment. There won't be any mercy." She jerked involuntarily in response to that statement. Unable to speak, she felt a sudden, overwhelming fear. Why did I feel safe with him? What's to stop him from killing me, like he threatened weeks ago? She pulled at the handcuffs, knowing these were the regulation, police issue handcuffs. As she expected, there was little give to them. She had some slight mobility, but nothing resembling freedom. She attempted to resist him, struggling in his grip to no avail. He soon had her as he wanted her, face down on the bed, her ankles tied to the corner posts of the footboard with pieces of her own nylons and her body forming an inverted Y on the bed. He enjoyed the sight of her, bound and helpless. He even relished the slinky negligee she had donned for the other man. The plump cheeks of her ass peeked from the lower edge of lace, and most of her back was exposed. With her legs spread wide, he had access to her delectable pussy as well. She had turned her face toward him, and he felt a surge of power and arousal seeing her like this. He left the room, insuring only that the door was locked before returning to her side. The afternoon sun filled the room, the blinds proving no match for the insistent light. She felt more naked, exposed in the sunlight, helpless and restrained. The fear and arousal seemed to blend, and if she could have spoken, she would have urged him to hurry. He undressed slowly, removing all of his clothing to stand by the bed naked. His body was huge, intimidating, and entirely beautiful to Michelle. When he climbed onto the bed, she could no longer see him, aware of his presence on the bed between her widely spread thighs. Darkest Night Ch. 03 His hands found her bottom, moving over the rounded globes possessively. He tugged the fabric of the negligee up, the material bunching between her thighs and slipping into the cleft between the cheeks of her ass. With another sharp pull, he jerked the satin and lace firmly against her. She was aware of the material, the tension making it feel like a rope against her tender clit, along the entire cleft of her bottom. She moaned and tried to move away, held in place by the nylon stockings, already stretched to the limit. She fought against the panic that threatened to take over, concentrating on remaining calm. From a strictly intellectual standpoint, she knew that if she started crying, she might asphyxiate. She didn't know if he would truly be merciless, but she couldn't take the chance. He lifted both hands from her body, hesitating only a moment before slapping both cheeks of her ass simultaneously. He repeated the action several times, striking her butt firmly with both hands, leaving the stark red impressions of his complete handprint. She was awash in pain and heat, struggling to hold back the tears that stung her eyes. Her squealing protest was muffled by the tape over her mouth, and she turned her face into the pillow. He began alternating, slapping one juicy cheek and then the other, fascinated by the ripple and bounce as much as by the enticing reddening. The blows landed randomly, sometimes three or four in quick succession and sometimes a single smack followed by a brief pause. The spanking lasted for several minutes, his large hands landing roughly on her abused skin. Her frantic squeals subsided to pitiful whimpering as the pain continued unabated. When his fingers lingered, the slight brush of his fingertips brought moderate discomfort. When the flat of his hand landed brutally against her ass, the pain was immediate and intense. He finally stopped, leaving her alone on the bed and leaving the bedroom. She didn't lift her head, still focused on not sobbing. The blood rushed into her tortured ass, leaving it throbbing with heat and agony. She was aware that this time was different from their previous encounters. Because he had not touched her sexually, she was far less aroused and the pain was more intolerable. She felt hot tears slip from beneath her eyelids, still clenching her eyes tightly shut. Knowing he said this was about punishment, she could only anticipate more pain. She couldn't imagine that he would consider even a severe spanking to be adequate to alleviate the anger he had displayed. She sniffled softly, wishing she could beg, explain or in some way, appease his wrath. When he resumed his position behind her, on the bed, she expected the whipping to resume. She felt a rush of relief when that did not immediately happen. Rather, she felt his fingers lift the twisted negligee from her body. She heard the unmistakable metallic levering action of scissors and felt the immediate sag when the material parted, ruining the garment and leaving her crotch bare. He laid the segments down, snipping along the side and severing the thin shoulder straps. Now, although the negligee remained under her, she was completely naked, the scraps of fabric mutilated beyond repair. Reggie trailed one finger along he spine before cupping her ass with both hands. He savored her whimpering response, knowing that the slightest touch on her inflamed ass would elicit pain. With a sadistic smile, he massaged the mounds firmly, digging his fingers into the taut flesh and watching her struggle to move away from his touch. He was growing weary of her muffled whimpering and moaning, however. He relished her pleading and vocal anguish too much to prolong the inevitable. She had to accept a few more moments of being essentially muted, and then he would enjoy her sobbing, begging, (perhaps even screaming) surrender. He opened a jar of Vaseline, smearing some of the gooey substance on his massive cock. Her first indication of the plan was feeling his fingers leaving a slimy deposit between her sore ass cheeks. She fought to clench them together, fear exploding in her mind as she remembered the pain of being ass fucked when she was aroused. How much worse would it be if she had to accept it while not aroused? Reggie ignored her pitiful attempts to protect herself, leaving copious amounts of Vaseline to provide the lubrication he would need in order to penetrate the tightly ringed opening of her ass. He was careful not to penetrate that opening with his fingers. He knew the pain would be less if she were stretched first, and he wanted her to know the extent of pain that he could deliver if provoked. His anger had faded somewhat, but he was still determined to complete her punishment. Stroking his cock to full hardness, he watched her continued struggles. The position of her legs made clenching her ass nearly impossible, but she managed. He resisted the temptation of her cunt, open and easily accessible. He knew he couldn't avoid giving her pleasure if he filled her tight little pussy. But he doubted she would receive any pleasure from having her ass torn open by his attack. "Not about pleasure," he murmured the words aloud to remind himself, but he was pretty sure that his bound victim heard as well. Michelle screamed behind the tape, her face still buried in a pillow as she fought the onslaught. She felt him shift behind her, felt his massive cock nudge at puckered opening of her ass. She fought to breathe normally, told herself to relax in an attempt to decrease the pain of his expected invasion. It was useless. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her body sweating from the full-scale panic that threatened to consume her. The pain in her well-smacked bottom cheeks faded in the agony of his assault on her anus. The pressure was extreme, burning sharply as he struggled to insert his swollen cock into the tightest imaginable opening. Finally, frustrated by his lack of progress, Reggie leaned forward, putting his weight behind the assault. The muscular barrier yielded at last, admitting the enormous intruder. Several inches of his engorged member forced its way inside. He paused, groaning at the tight hot squeeze and observing her frenzied reaction. Her scream of frightened anticipation had morphed into a wail of agony and she struggled to draw a breath. Her body heaved in an attempt to free herself as he hovered over her with only his cock touching her, this being embedded in her unwilling ass. He pulled back, savoring the drag as he retreated before thrusting forward again. Slowly, and with much effort, he worked his entire length into the unwelcoming channel. Her muscles clenched him, causing his progress to be prolonged. He worked his fat shaft into her, forcing a couple of inches deeper each time he entered, retreating almost completely and advancing again. Her body remained tense, and he knew the pain had not eased, even after numerous strokes. Her cries had faded, however. Michelle fought to breathe, tears threatening to suffocate her as the sniffling breaths she drew became more and more difficult. The tearing pain of his invasion continued unabated, her ass feeling as if she were being split in two. Besides the pain of being stretched, her stomach cramped from the force of his thrusts and her bottom stung with the impact of his body against it. Gradually, after long moments of being forced to accommodate his dimensions, the inward stroking of his cock eased, the muscles involuntarily relaxing under the constant barrage. He increased the pace of his movements, covering her body with his own while keeping his weight off her. She was aware suddenly of the sounds in the room, his harsh breathing, her own grunts and moans though muffled, and the rhythmic slapping sound of his body hitting hers. She focused on the sound of his breathing, feeling an almost hypnotic fascination as his breathing became more labored and rapid. She could tell that he, at least, was enjoying the sensations created by this encounter. And, she knew that she would be as well, if she had been sexually stroked at all. In fact, just thinking about their other encounters caused a tiny spark of arousal to steal over her. The previous night, with this same cock in her ass, she had experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. But now, spread as she was, she couldn't clench her legs together to stimulate her clit, and nothing else was, either. Feeling the last of her resistance seep out of her body, Reggie paused. Leaving his cock deeply buried in her tight channel, he leaned over her. Placing his lips close to her ear, he spoke to her. His voice was raspy, his breathing still somewhat labored. "Shelly?" He whispered her name first, continuing when he received no response. "You got the idea yet?" She nodded, understanding the question although it wasn't specific. She got the idea: she belonged to him, he could deliver pain or pleasure with equal efficiency, she couldn't have other sex partners. Which message he meant to convey was not clear, but she kind of knew all of them applied. She wondered briefly if her punishment was complete, knowing she couldn't stand much more. She felt relieved as he tugged at the tape on her face, jerking it away to allow easier breathing. She didn't speak immediately, breathing with her mouth open for a moment. Finally catching her breath, she asked, "Are we done with the punishment?" She spoke in a whisper, afraid of the answer. Reggie felt a sting of disappointment. Her voice sounded hopeless, defeated... and broken. He knew this wasn't a relationship in any real sense of the word, but the chemistry between them was undeniable. She embodied his darkest and sweetest fantasies. She responded to his harshest demands, automatically and generously. That had been true from the first time he touched her. Had he destroyed that? "Yeah," he answered abruptly, his voice not conveying his regret to her. He moved away from her, preparing to ease out of her body. "Wait," she said hastily, causing him to freeze mid-movement. "Could we move on, then, to the pleasure?" He heard the question, her voice only slightly breathy. He hesitated, unable to believe she was receptive to his touch, even after this brutal encounter. "Please, Reggie," she continued. "Touch me?" Unable and unwilling to resist her pleas, he stroked one hand down the side of her body. He propped his weight on the other elbow and nuzzled at her neck, remembering how much she liked that. The exploring hand eased under her hip, his fingers finding her clit easily. She was damp, but not as wet as he knew she could be. He toyed with her clit, gently stroking and teasing until the moisture increased. He felt her hips moving slightly in response, and he rocked forward and back. A breathy moan emerged, clearly not a sound of pain. And she turned her head to allow him greater access to her neck. Stroking her clit, he eased his cock out slightly before sliding deeper again. He felt the unmistakable motion of her hips, pushing back to assist his penetration. His fingers grew wet with the slick juice of her cunt, and he snaked one finger into the tight wet tunnel. She clenched his finger, her ass twitching around his thick cock simultaneously. He found a balance, wishing for a moment that she were not tied down but unwilling to stop long enough to release her. So, with one hand under her, stroking her tight, wet pussy, and his weight supported on the other arm, he was able to thrust into her slowly. He decided it was slightly complicated but absolutely compensated. He could gauge her reaction by the trembling of her tight ass around his shaft. When each tiny spasm of her pussy signaled her approaching orgasm, the muscles of her ass clenched as well. For Michelle, it was nothing short of delicious. The pain had dulled and blended with arousal, as she knew it did with Reggie. Added to the physical pleasure, she felt inexplicably aroused by her complete lack of control. She had little mobility, no physical strength to pit against him, and no defense against his assault. And now that the pleasure had been added to the painful aspects, her arousal quickly built toward an incredible climax. Her moans and gasps encouraged him, the enormous cock filling her completely, withdrawing briefly only to slide all the way back into her depths. Her body enveloped him hotly, squeezing and releasing in the same pattern as his fingers stroking her clit. He felt his own orgasm, nearly uncontrollable in its intensity and rubbed harder at the sensitive flesh to hasten her climax. She felt the spasms immediately, gasped his name as her orgasm started. It seemed that all of her muscles clenched in reaction. She was barely aware of his groan of completion, as he joined her in oblivion. She felt the tremors throughout her being, felt the hot splash of his semen filling her. He sank his teeth into her shoulder in an animalistic reaction, forcing his massive cock deeper and holding it firmly inside her ass. She screamed, her orgasm multiplying into several aftershocks with her body jerking in response. Finally, spent, they collapsed together, the only sound that of their harsh breathing. *** "Would you like to have dinner with me?" he asked some time later. She lay curled against his warm, solid body. He had released the restraints wordlessly, and she had gone into his arms without comment. Now, she had to laugh at this invitation. A question, not a command. But from someone who could command, well, anything from her. "I think that would be lovely." She responded formally, as if it were a first date requested by a stranger. He heard the irony in her tone, however, and he had to laugh as well. "Okay, I'll admit that was pretty lame. But there's something about you that I --" "It's something about us, Reggie. No one ever made me feel the things you do." She interrupted, levering herself up to make eye contact. "I'd like to see more of you." He gave her a funny look, and she corrected herself, smiling. "I'd like to see as much of you, but more often. Maybe see if we're at all compatible out of bed, ya know?" "I do know. And it's just what I was thinking." Darkest Night She felt his body on the bed, and she pushed herself up to look at him. “Lay here, on your back.” He indicated the location he wanted her to lay, and she complied, still sobbing softly. Even the gentle pressure of soft sheets felt abrasive to her bottom. He faced her feet and knelt over her face. After she could breathe a little more easily, he angled his cock down and put it in her mouth again. She sucked eagerly, wondering if she could make him cum without fucking her. After all, if he kept shafting her throat, he wouldn’t be able to hold his load back. But he only allowed a moment of sucking before pulling back out. He pressed her breasts together with both hands and fucked the space between them. She felt the weight of his balls on her chin as he stroked. He applied enough pressure to make her squirm, but he ignored the discomfort he caused. She tried to push against his body with her bound hands, but he ignored that as well. She wondered what would be next, and was horrified again to realize the next step of his plan. He sat back, pressing his ass into her face. He then pulled her hair to force her face into the crack and instructed her to lick his asshole. “No way,” she immediately responded. She tried to pull away from his hands, using her arms to push at his massive body and trying to twist her head out of his grip. “That is just nasty.” He released her hair and she turned her head away, looking at the wall instead of his black ass. Leaving his ass right above her face, he grasped both of her breasts. The massage was firm, but not painful and she ignored the unspoken coercion. Then he twisted both nipples simultaneously, rolling and pinching them ceaselessly and very painfully. “Please, stop. Oh, God, that hurts so bad. Please, please stop.” He did not respond to her pleading at all, and she knew he wouldn’t until she complied with his disgusting demand. She closed her eyes, moaning in pain and disgust, and moved her mouth to his ass. Her tongue reluctantly found the muscled ring of his anus, passing over it and pressing against it. His hands gentled on her breasts, still massaging, but without the nipple twisting. She tried not to think about what she was doing, licking and pressing with her tongue. After a moment, he reached back again, using his hands to pull his cheeks apart and allow her easier access. She continued the licking, knowing that she could not get away from him, and that he would settle for nothing less than complete cooperation. She alternated licking and stabbing at his asshole, uncertain how it was supposed to be done, but guessing that he was pleased from the soft grunt he occasionally made. He allowed her to continue the unpleasant process for several minutes. When he finally did move back to press his dick against her mouth, she gratefully took the massive cock instead. After all, sucking dick wasn’t that bad, she had discovered. He used his body to pin her arms down, using his knees to form a cage for her head. Pushing her legs apart, he attacked her pussy with his mouth. By this time, her arousal had completely disappeared. His mouth felt good, though. He used his lips and tongue on her pussy, firm strokes of his tongue making her squirm and twitch. He pushed her legs further back, pinning them behind his arms and exposing her pussy completely. The position helped spread her, and his tongue explored more territory. He allowed her to suck him at the same time, not forcing her to take more dick than she could handle, though. She raised her head to take in more, unable to completely escape when she moved it back down. His cock remained in her mouth the entire time. She enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on her most sensitive flesh, her arousal increasing rapidly. She was even beginning to think that she wanted this massive black cock pushed into her tight, wet pussy. He spent a long time licking her pussy. She began to feel frustrated, wanting the penetration that would help her climax. With her mouth full of cock, she couldn’t ask for anything, but she knew she would have to have something in her pussy to be able to cum. Even if just his fingers, she needed more. She was nearing the point of begging for it, too. His tongue was expertly stroking the sensitive flesh, and she wanted the release that was just out of reach. When he finally pressed one finger slowly into her dripping pussy, she nearly came. She felt the tiny spasms of her cunt around his finger and wanted more. She knew he felt it too. He rotated the finger around, feeling the walls of her pussy twitch with his slightest movement. He knew she was ready, knew she wanted him to fuck her. He did not speak to her, and she was relieved that he didn’t make her admit her intense arousal. Instead, he positioned her again, putting her on her knees. She spread for him, anticipating the penetration of her pussy by that massive black cock. He knelt behind her, pushed her legs back together and buried his face in her ass. She felt his fingers pulling her ass apart, and his tongue stabbed at her virgin ass. He licked at her anal sphincter, trying to force his tongue past the muscular barrier. It was a strange feeling, but with her arousal, it was exciting. She gasped and moaned as he tongue-fucked her ass. He spent a moment, and she knew he was surprised by her lack of resistance. “You ready, Michelle?” Her eyes opened wide as she realized that he knew her name. The question registered, though, and she forgot about the revelation. He rubbed his dick against her pussy, wetting it with her juices. “Please, don’t hurt me.” She whispered the request. “Please fuck me slow and don’t hurt me.” She knew he heard her, felt the pressure as he force the head into her sheath. Slowly, he sank into her, like a knife through butter. She felt discomfort and stretching, but not the intense pain she would have predicted earlier. As he hit her cervix, she moaned again, feeling full and stretched and completely aroused by the experience. He took several long strokes, and she felt the lubrication increase until she thought that her pussy must be dripping. He picked up the pace as she got wetter for him, sliding easily back and forth in her tight, wet channel. “Good pussy,” he muttered to her. He gripped her shoulders and pushed the entire length of his cock into her body. She felt the pain then, as he forced three more inches, pushing against her cervix and continuing to apply pressure until she accommodated him. The pain seemed to intensify the experience, though, and she felt the spasms of her cunt around his thick black shaft. She was ready to cum, and a few more deep savage strokes would bring it on. He grasped her breasts briefly, and then moved his large hands to her hips. He thrust into her, pulled out almost completely. He pressed one finger into her ass as he shoved his dick back into her pussy. She climaxed with her face pressed voluntarily into the mattress, his massive black cock deeply buried in her pussy, and his finger stretching her ass. He held her against him, rocking his hips slightly to prolong her orgasm. She screamed for the first time that night, feeling the release washing over her in waves that left her, finally, weak and breathless. When he allowed her to collapse onto the bed, she closed her eyes and drifted. It wasn’t really sleep, but just a stupor induced by the intense sexual release she had experienced. He got off the bed, and she was aware of him moving in the room. The familiar click and hum of her camera brought her eyes open. He had taken a picture of her, naked and sprawled on the bed. It was the first time that she had been in front of the digital camera without her clothes, but she knew better than to think she could persuade him otherwise. He smiled at her, and she shook her head slowly. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered. It seemed impossible to resist him, as if he controlled her mind as well as her body now. “On your knees. I want a picture of that ass.” She complied with his command, sticking her ass out toward the camera and spreading her legs slightly. He snapped several pictures of her bottom, from different angles, before crawling back onto the bed behind her. He placed the camera on the bed and took his cock in hand. He rubbed it against her pussy, and she felt the thick head swell just inside of her. Using one hand to steady her hips, he took another picture. This picture would show her pussy stretching around his wide black shaft. He took two more pictures as he entered her, one at the halfway point, and one with the enormous length buried in her. She grunted with the pain of her stretching, the pressure against her cervix. He dropped the camera again, leaving it in reach. With both hands on her hips, he began fucking her slowly. There was a long pull as his cock slid out of her tight pussy. Then another long stroke, ending with pain and pressure as he forced her to take every single centimeter of his huge black weapon. He plowed relentlessly on, and she tried to suppress the groaning and whimpering as the pain increased with continued assault on her depths. She felt that he would derive more pleasure from her pain, and did not want him to know how badly it was hurting now that her arousal had faded to insignificance. She could even tell that her pussy was becoming dry now, the friction of his prolonged fucking steadily building. Eventually, she felt like he was tearing her open. He continued for several moments, until every tiny movement seemed to cause some pain. Finally, he pulled the dick from her pussy. “I don’t like dry pussy, bitch.” He smacked her ass firmly once, then rolled her onto her back. He removed the tape from her wrists and checked to make sure the circulation was okay. Amazingly, even after the long time spent bound, there wasn’t a mark on her. Pulling her to a standing position, he touched her breasts and pinched her nipples. Although he didn’t use much force, her entire body was becoming sore and the pain radiated, leaving her breasts feeling hot and tender. “Get your toys and your lubricant out.” When she didn’t move immediately, he pulled her up against his body. “I can still kill you, bitch. I guess you forgot why you’re here.” His voice did not sound threatening, but she felt the fear rise up to replace the exhaustion that was beginning to take over. She pulled a couple of novelty items out of her top dresser drawer, along with a bottle of water-based lubricant. She did not even stop to wonder how he knew she possessed those items, knowing by now that he had been watching her for some time. She laid them on the bedside table and waited for further instruction. He nodded, picking up the camera again. “Lay back, play with that pussy.” She was reluctant, but complied out of fear of what the consequences might be if she didn’t. “No, just your hands right now,” he said when she reached for the vibrator. He spoke from behind the camera, snapping off a shot of her lying spread open before him. He didn’t protest when she wet her fingers with lubricant, watching silently as she began touching herself. She felt extremely self-conscious, never having done this for an audience. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on the feeling of her wet fingers gliding in and out of her sore pussy. Even the most tentative touch kindled pain, and she rubbed her clit to distract herself. Finally, she felt the arousal building. She continued stroking her clit, applying a little more pressure and picking up speed as her excitement increased. She heard the clicking of the camera as he snapped several pictures of her, barely aware of the intimate array of photographs he was collecting. He used the zoom lens to focus on her fingers dipping into the wet tunnel of her pussy, the took another shot that showed the same thing, but included her face and entire body. He reached down and picked up the black plastic vibrator. “All right,” he said, causing her to open her eyes and focus on him. “Suck on this, and keep your eyes open this time.” She sucked the fake plastic dick, looking into the camera as he took several more pictures. When he nodded, she removed the toy and slowly inserted it into her battered pussy. He smiled now, taking pictures as she fucked herself for his entertainment. He pushed her hand away from the end of the toy, leaving it deep in her as he took over the motion. She felt like a puppet as he thrust the plastic cock into her, rotating it to explore the depths of her vaginal sheath. He pulled it out of her suddenly with an audible squishy sound as her wet pussy surrendered the toy. He immediately dropped the camera onto the bed and pulled her across the mattress to the edge. He shoved his massive dick into her, stretching her to fit the dimensions of a larger shaft once more. He slammed his body into hers, forcing the pussy he had claimed as his own to accommodate. This was no leisurely sex, but the brutal rape she had feared earlier. Her immediate reaction was resistance, the pain and fear causing her to fight against him. He used her own legs to shield himself from her swinging fists, continuing to plow into her cunt repeatedly. He fucked for several moments, each stroke feeling like he was tearing her open, as she tried begging him for more gentle treatment. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He pinned her arms finally, using one massive hand to control both of hers. With the other hand, he applied pressure to her throat. When he released her hands, she no longer fought. He spread her legs as far apart as possible, watching as his cock disappeared into the soft white bitch under him. Her moans of pain and her resistance excited him, and he knew he would keep her for a while. When he finally pulled his cock out of her, he knew she would be sore for some time. He had stretched her to fit the biggest dick she had ever seen, and in the process, gained control of her mind. As he pulled her around so that her head was nearer his cock, she opened her mouth immediately. He fucked her mouth with the same brutality he had used on her pussy. She was barely able to breathe as his massive dick forced its way down her throat. “Now is your chance, bitch.” He spoke between his forceful thrusting, each word delivered as his shaft was buried completely. “You can suck this cock off, just like you begged me to let you do.” His cock twitched in apparent excitement, and she knew the disgusting load would be in her mouth an moment. She tried to push him away, her hands on his thighs. In response, he used both hands to pull her head into his crotch. He held her there for a full minute, the head of his penis blocking her airway until she moved her hands off his legs and even for a few seconds after she stopped resisting. She nearly choked as her lungs re-expanded. He ignored her dilemma, fucking her mouth steadily, until she felt the spasms that signaled his release was occurring. The thick semen flooded her mouth and she gagged on it. He forced her mouth to remain on his pulsating shaft, and she had to swallow the juice of his cock or drown in it. She swallowed several times, his cock filling her mouth. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of the intimacy he had forced on her in the past couple of hours. His dick gradually softened and he released her head. He lay down beside her, pulling her close to him as if he were being affectionate. She resisted initially, but eventually complied with the unspoken order. He allowed her to turn away from him, and he curled around her body. She felt oddly comforted by the gesture, silent tears slowly streaking her face. The tears stopped finally, her body relaxing and she felt sleep easing over her. The warmth of his body against her back was almost reassuring, and his arm around her body did not feel confining at all. Just before she fell asleep, she heard him whisper in her ear. The words brought her eyes open immediately. He said simply, “You belong to me now.” She did not speak, but he knew she had heard from the new tension of her body against him. “I have pictures to send to everyone you know, unless you agree to be my little whore, for as long as I want you.” “You raped me, you bastard!” She protested, even knowing that what he said was true. Even as she said it, she realized that none of the pictures would demonstrate that he had forced her. Her hands were free, she would appear to be willing in all of the photographs. And her family, her friends would never accept her apparent compliance with this black man’s sexual conquest of her. He laughed softly in her ear, without speaking. He knew she would put it all together in her mind and accept his terms. What she didn’t know was that it was just the beginning. She could never begin to imagine the things he would have her doing. And each time, he would use her own camera to gain more to use against her and control her. She would learn, though. She would understand eventually that she belonged to him, and that every command must be obeyed to avoid painful consequences. Sometimes, of course, the pain would be given anyway, but she would have to live with that as well.