0 comments/ 20512 views/ 3 favorites A Night in the Country By: dryadiclust I'm back out in the country where I'm away from everyone, like I used to be, its summer and I have all the windows open. I roll over and breathe deep the fresh air. I sleepily open my eyes, there's a scent I don't know but it's under everything. I can't really place it but it isn't strong and it isn't bad so I try and go back to sleep. As I'm about to drift into sweet oblivion again there is a sudden weight on the bed and before I can react, it shifts to fall on me. My eyes fly open and I try to struggle but I'm tangled in the sheets and the weight is on me just so... I'm trying to calm down but it's hard. I know that there isn't anyone out here. I moved here for the isolation. When I realize that the weight has hands that are holding my arms pinned down I do the first thing I can think of and I raise my head as hard and as fast as I can. The stars in my vision and the crack tell me I was successful in hitting whoever has me but now I'm a little dazed. There's an angry growl in the dark and I feel myself being yanked and twisted. My wrists ache as they are being pinned in one hand. I know that the grip is weaker this way but I can't get the fuzz out of my head. I gasp in pain as my breast is crushed in a clenching fist. I roll to one side and feel him lose his grip. I keep rolling, trying to get off the bed and as I feel my feet slide over the edge an arm snags my waist and I'm hurled back to the middle of the bed. A big strong hand presses on my throat and I start flailing, hoping to hit anything I can. There's a rich seductive laughter in the night and I feel another hand grab my wrist again. I yank but he doesn't let go. However, his hand is now near my mouth and bite, I bite hard for everything in me, trying to take flesh. Blood fills my mouth and then there is an explosion of pain on the right side of my face and I white out.... I come too and through the fog I can feel tightness on my wrists and a tugging on my ankle. Some part in me knew where I had gotten myself into and cursed the four post'r bed I just had to have a year ago. My head felt like it was full of badly packed marbles, all cotton fluff and rattling around I tried to focus to see who was with me, to see if I could make out anything in the moonlit room but only succeeded in making my ears ring and the world spin. I moaned and that voice, that rich voice reached out to me, caressed my bare skin from the darkness... 'You weren't very good my little cat. Now I have to keep you tied up.' There was a soft caress on the unbruised side of my face and I snapped at it. 'Mmm, I've had quite enough of that little cat.' The grip on my jaw forces my teeth apart and a gag is stuffed in and tied tightly, the warmth of another body is the only clue to me where he is at, I can feel him over me. His warm breath is along my neck just moments before I can feel his lips kissing me. His teeth nipping and biting, I struggle against my restraints but I can only feel them tighten. His weight settles around my hips and I can feel his hand sliding up my body, fingers digging into me. He bites into the meat of my shoulder as he squeezes my other breast, I gasp and my body reacts, rising up into him. His hands slides down my body again and grabs my hip. I twitch again and moan against the cloth of my gag. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it hard and bites gently making me moan. I can feel my body reacting and I hate it, I hate how it is making me feel. I can feel him hard, grinding against my hips as his mouth and hands roughly explore my body. I still struggle but weakly now. My body giving in to his will. His hand finds the heat between my legs and I can almost feel the Cheshire grin on his face. 'My, someone's wet. All that fight for something you wanted anyway.' I can feel him adjusting his position to settle more between my thighs. And even though I know it's pointless I struggle in earnest, fighting my bonds until I can no longer feel my hands or feet. He patiently waits until I stop struggling and then rams his thick hard cock into me, as far as he can, farther than I can handle until he's buried completely inside me. Even with as wet as I was I still tore. I'd never had cock so big before. He didn't stop, but continued to ram himself into me, his rhythm settled hard and deep. I began to cry. It hurt so much and I wanted it to stop, I was only barely conscious of mumbling, begging. But my body liked the pain. I could feel myself get even wetter, tighter, squeezing that cock as it slammed harder and harder into me hitting the end of me, filling me over and over again. He leaned down and kissed the tears from my cheeks. 'I think you like this, I think you want more, I think you WANT to be my little whore.' He took the gag from my mouth and threw it on the floor. He thrust into me one last hard time, as hard as he could just to listen to my scream and then he pulled out. 'Be a good little whore and show me how much you want my cock. Suck it, suck me clean.' I turn my head and open my mouth, he has his hand fisted in my hair so I can't pull back. He starts to fuck my mouth as my lips close around him. He's so thick that I have to fight to breathe around him. I can taste me on him. I start moaning as my tongue laps at him, cleaning what's left of me and his cum off of him. My empty pussy starts to ache for him again. He picks up his rhythm going in and out of my mouth faster and faster. He thrusts deep, forcing all of himself into my mouth, I don't even have time to gag as he slides down my throat. He moans as I feel him pulse strongly against my tongue, his thick hot cum pouring down my throat. I'm hoping that now that he's cum he'll leave. I don't even care if he sets me free, I just want him to go but he doesn't. As soon as he's done cumming he starts to thrust in and out of my mouth again. He's still so hard. Suddenly he lets go of my head and pulls out of my mouth. He kisses me hard. Its all teeth and biting and tongue. 'Mmmmmm, I love the taste of my cum and your juices in your mouth.' He settles between my legs again and his hand touches my pussy. It's still hot and wet, more so than before. My hips twitch and I try to rub against him. He laughs. He starts to finger me, feeling me deep inside. My hips rock and I moan. I turn my head and bite my lip trying to stifle a moan. It feels so good. As he fingers me, working me wetter, he starts to kiss and lick, nibble and bite, caress and tease my breasts. My back arches and I moan. My body tightens around his fingers. He moves his hand away and I whimper but then I feel his fingers trace my wetness across my lips. Instinctively I lick it off. He forces his fingers into my mouth and I suck on them. As I greedily lap at my juices he thrusts into me. A scream of pleasure breaks from my lips as I writhe under him. 'Mmmmm, I want deeper.' He pulls out and I wiggle trying to follow him. He reaches down and unties my legs, bringing them up and almost folding me in half. He slides up as close to me as he can get and pushes in again. I'm so much tighter this way and i squeeze his cock. I'm not the only one that moans as he rams into me, he's fucking me hard and deep, so much deeper before. Forcing all that cock into my pussy. I can feel the weight of an orgasm building and I rock against him. My fists clench as my orgasm takes me, my body seems to scatter. He starts to falter and his breathing has become ragged. I'm no longer conscious of anything but the weight of his body, the strong pulsing as he cums in me. The feel of his orgasm rocks me, bringing me again, each pulse pushing me over the edge as I cum again and again. I'm completely limp. Every muscle in my body is relaxed. I've never cum'd so hard or so many times at once. He pulls out and I stretch out on the bed. There is absolutely no fight left in me. He comes back up to my head and I willingly, eagerly take his cock in my mouth. Almost hungrily I'm lapping at the cum still dripping off of him. I want it so much. His hands are back in my hair pulling and tugging. It's still a fight to breathe around his cock and once again I can feel him harden. He seems to get even more rigid. I can feel him moan and thrust into my mouth hard. My exhausted body is struggling to respond, my hips rocking again on the bed, moans are fighting their way out around his cock and he keeps thrusting. It seems to go on for so long, I loose myself to it, thinking only of the feel of that steel velvet skin on my tongue, the taste of his cock and his cum. He pulls out and straddles my chest... He presses my breasts around his cock and begins to thrust back and forth. He crushes my breasts together as he drives harder and harder, fucking them hard enough that I can feel them bruising. He's more steady, his rhythm more determined to make this last. Once again, I hear his breathing start to get ragged and his pace quickens, and there is an explosion of heat across my chest and neck as he cums all over me. His pulsing matching my heartbeat, his thick cum covering me, coating the mounds of my breasts....