4 comments/ 25685 views/ 8 favorites Vengeance is Bliss By: SlightlyDisturbed Author's Note: Just so you guys know this story is not completed I do plan on finishing but I figured I would go ahead and post what I already have. I hope you enjoy the first part and am open to positive criticism or any other comments you may have. ------------------------------------------------- It had been a long day at work and by the time I got home, I was ready to drop from exhaustion. I was in the surgical residency program at our local hospital at the time and quite frankly I was beginning to think I had lost my mind. Spending twelve hours on your feet with your hands inside someone's body is not the average person's ideal way of making a living but hey it beats minimum wage. Unfortunately one of the draw backs to being a resident is a lack of a life, which first and for most includes a sex life. If you had straight out asked me when the last time I had been laid, I would have replied by asking you what sex was. It was difficult, to say the least, to find the time to even attempt dating. Most of us generally stuck to one night stands and even though I have always considered myself to be if not beautiful than at least pretty, there lately I had even had trouble with that. My eyes, my best feature I think, are a deep emerald green. My hair is shoulder length and auburn. My body though not perfect has large breasts and a thick hour glass figure. I have noticed that men tend to go nuts over my ass which is fine for me. I love it when a guy pulls me up against him and grabs two large handfuls of ass cheek pulling me forward and up against his body. Just thinking about it makes me wet. Anyway getting back to what I was saying, I came home that night ready to drop. I didn't even bother with my usual shower and an hour of light reading before bed. All I had the energy to do was strip and fall into bed. Sleep came quickly and within minutes I was out cold. I am not quite sure what woke me up but when I did become aware of my surroundings I knew something was wrong. To figure out what was causing the prickle of unease to travel down my spine I tried to get up to investigate but I found myself unable to move. My hands and feet were bound to my bed frame. I started to struggle trying to break free of my bondage but the more I moved the tighter my restraints became. When I opened my mouth to scream for help a ball was wedged into place effectively cutting me off. My attacker left his hand on the ball preventing me from spiting it out. My eyes shot to this mysterious person trying to figure out who they were. What I saw truly frightened me. The person was wearing a black leather mask and it really drove home the point that I was utterly helpless and at this persons mercy. While I was frantically trying to figure out who would do this to me my attacker tied the straps to the ball behind my head eliminating the need for them to hold it in place. My attacker than sat on the bed next to me and ran their leather clad fingers up my leg, slowly tracing my curves as they moved up my body. The fear and adrenaline pumping through my system made my skin overly sensitive. I felt every agonizing inch and to my horror my sex deprived body began to turn traitor. I closed my eyes hoping to god my attacker wouldn't see my desire. I was ashamed of it. I shouldn't have been turned on by this, it felt so wrong. My attacker chuckled in an almost menacingly smug way. Since I had my eyes screwed shut I couldn't see what my attacker was doing which I now realize was utterly stupid but I don't think it would have changed what happened next had I had my eyes open. A blind fold was placed over my eyes and also tied behind my head. I couldn't see anything, my ears strained for the slightest sound hoping for some kind of clue to my attacker's movements. I felt rather than saw them get off the bed. I heard the small grind of a zipper being undone and the unmistakable sigh of relief from my attacker. After a few more minutes of shuffling around my attacker finally stopped moving, I liked it better when they moved. I at least knew where my attacker was when they moved. "That's so much better." My attacker was defiantly male. His voice was low and deep. Something about the roughness of his voice tugged at my memory but for the life of me I couldn't place it no matter how hard I tried. It seemed the more I tried the more my sleep deprived brain refused to work. The bed to my right dipped down with his weight as he climbed on top of me straddling my hips. His kissed my cheek, then my chin, my neck, my shoulder. His tongue flicked out between kisses to caress my skin. I bucked to knock him off of me, to stop what was happening and to keep myself from getting anymore turned on then I already was but the damn man just laughed and kept on going. Hot, moist, suction clamped around my nipple and I screamed. Half from shock half from the stabbing desire that shot through my nipple and directly to my clit. My hips involuntarily tilted up rubbing up against him. I felt the steel like appendage beneath his jeans and herd him moan as he sucked harder on my nipple swirling his tongue around the hardened tip. I fought like hell to stomp back the raging need that was starting to consume me. I hated it, I hated him, but most of all I hated my body. Some relief came when he released my tit from his hungry mouth, I almost cried when I realized it was short lived. All he did was move from one breast to the next, attacking it just like he had the other. Only this time, after a few seconds his teeth grazed my erected flesh and then bit down, hard. My back arched at the pleasure/pain. I was never one for bondage and pain but I was secretly beginning to see the appeal. Again my hips rose and that heated part of me chafed against his pants. "Women if you don't stop doing that I am going to have to tie your hips to the damn bed." He damn near growled. "Lay still or you're not gonna like what I do next." I whimpered. How could I have been stupid enough to forget why the bastard was really there? My fear was starting to return. I must have started to struggle again because his hand met my face with a loud crack. My blindfold became wet with my unshed tears caused by the searing pain and my humiliation at the fact that my body was still painfully aroused. I heard something soft hit the floor and realized it was his gloves when his bare hands touched my chest and almost worshipfully slid down my body. Thousands of little goose bumps rose where his fingers touched. I shuddered. My attacker than slid his body down to lay on top of me putting his legs between mine. I turned my head away from him trying to get as far away as possible but unfortunately it wasn't very far. I felt his hot breath on my neck. His tongue flicked out and curled around my lobe. Whimpering I tried like hell to get away from him but my attempts were half-assed, partly because I knew there was no escape and partly because I liked his abuse. My attacker's soft chuckle sounded sinister so close to my ear. "Admit it. You love this you stupid bitch." I shook my head denying the claim. After readjusting his body to lie next to me my attacker slid one of his hands down between my legs. Heat spread across my face because I knew exactly what he would find. "Don't lie to me whore. Your pussy is so wet the shit is practically dripping from my fingers." What happened next was so unexpected I caught us both off guard when I bucked hard enough that the binds cut circulation off to my hands and feet. The bastard pinched and twisted my clit causing me to scream. Nausea rolled in my stomach and I feared I would choke on my own vomit. Out of desperation I began to beg him to let me go that I wouldn't tell anyone if he would just untie me and leave but nothing I said made any sense even to my own ears because of the gag. I guess my attacker was trying to sooth me in his own weird way when he started to caress my recently attacked clit. The savage twisting made it raw and overly sensitive so the gentleness of his touch confused my body. The pain/pleasure of each stroke brought me to the brink of a very powerful orgasm. When my attacker realized how close I was to completion he stopped. I was mortified that I cried out in protest when he denied my body its most basic need. My attacker laughed again thoroughly enjoying my reaction to him. He then shoved his fingers in my cannel, the assault was unexpected and I felt like my pussy was being ripped in two. Slowly he began to pull them back out only to shove them back in hard and deep enough to hit my cervix. This time when he went to pull his fingers out he curled them slightly to brush against the top wall. The tips of his fingers stroked in slow circular motions until I flinched letting him know that he hit my g-spot. Once he found my hot spot he teased and tortured it inflaming my body. The unhurried way his fingers moved in my body was agonizing. My hips undulated against his hand trying to get him to move faster. I was so close I could almost taste the ecstasy that my body was about receive. My moans were coming out in earnest now and I didn't care. I was closer to heaven than I'd ever been but once again my body was denied. I screamed out in frustration. I felt my attacker move back in closer to my ear. His voice was low and husky and every word was carefully articulated. "Pay back is a cold and fickle bitch and now you know exactly how I feel you fucking tease." His statement was like ice water being dumped on my fevered skin. Yet again I had forgotten that what I was going through was not consensually done. My heart was heavy with shame and humiliation but my traitorous body couldn't help but be excited by what it was being forced to go through. It dawned on me then that I had so serious fucking issues. My attacker removed his fingers from my pussy and trailed his wet hand up my body until it was tangled in my hair. After climbing back between my legs he yanked my head to the side exposing my neck and bit down on the tender flesh. By this point I was so turned on that the pain only made the pleasure more severe. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my throat even if I had tried. The gag made it sound more like a growl than anything else and I can only guess it turned my attacker on more than he had been before. His hips began to gyrate into my eagerly reactive skin. The only barrier between us was the thin line of material of his jeans. The scratchy cloth caused so much friction it was almost unbearable. That and the rhythmic sucking and nips on my neck and shoulder caused an instant and nearly painful earth shattering orgasm. The damn thing was so powerful my whole body seized up and I passed out. Vengeance is Bliss Ch. 02 Authors note: This is the second part to my original story. Its a little more winded then the first half but I promise it is no where near finished and this part is basically setting the story up for more fun. I hope you have as much fun reading this story as I have had in writing it. ---------------------------------------------- When I came to I was nestled safely in my thick comforter. I sat up quickly when I remembered the details of the previous night's ordeal but all evidence that anything had happened were gone. My room looked the same as the day before and I couldn't help but wonder if it had all been a dream. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and too my horror I realized I was going to be late if I didn't get my ass moving. I ran to the bathroom and was astonished when I left my front door only ten minutes later. My day at the hospital seemed to drag longer than usual. I got stuck in the clinic as a punishment for being late that morning which meant no surgeries. Lucky me! Note the sarcasm there. One of the nurses mentioned we were running low on some of our supplies but instead of sending her as I normally would I went for the stuff myself. I figured I could consider the ten minute reprieve from the clinic as a miniature vacation. Once inside the rather spacious supply closet I heard someone open the door behind me. I didn't think to look up figuring it was a nurse or another doctor who came in for the same reason I did. Everything happened so fast I had no time to react. A hand clamped firmly over my mouth before I even thought to scream and another hand snaked across my stomach pulling me up against a hard body. "Hello, my love. Did you miss me?" My attackers low and guttural voice whispered menacingly in my ear. I should have known last night wasn't a dream. His voice made fear seize my heart like one of Pavlov's dogs causing it to beat in an arrhythmic staccato. His face nuzzled my neck and I heard a long intake of breath through his nose as if he were trying to capture my scent. The knowledge sent a shiver of awareness down my spine and the heavy feeling of lust and fear made me dizzy. "Just so you know, you owe me for your little stunt last night." His grip tightened around my waist. "I own you now. You do as I say when I say and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." Just to prove his point the arm that had been holding me up against him slid south of the border to take hold of the most feminine part of me. I jumped at the unexpected contact. His sadistic laugh, now becoming familiar, put ice in my veins. My attacker seemed to have a twisted sense of humor when it came to tormenting me but the humor was lost somewhere in translation. I didn't think it was funny at all, I wanted to cry. His grip tightened on my pussy and his fingers started moving in a circular motion. To my horrified shock my body responded to him just as it had the night before. I moaned and reluctantly arched my back against my attacker. When his teeth grazed the nap of my neck my knees almost collapsed out from under me. My ass pressed in to his groin and I felt his erection straining to be released from it confines. A liquid inferno swept through my body and need consumed me. I wanted him inside me more then I ever wanted anything in my life. I wanted to feel him stretching my tight passage as he savagely took me from behind. I wanted him to leave marks on my achy flesh from finger nails digging deep. I wanted to feel pain. I wanted to feel used. I wanted raw primal uninhibited by thought rip my cloths of and have your merry fucking way with me cave man style sex. My body shook with anticipation and any fear I felt before was gone in the wake of the hormonal fire blazing through my system. I honestly didn't think I could survive another minute without feeling him thrusting between my legs. I snapped out of my temporary insanity when I heard the door open just as I let out another moan. Both of us tensed at the unexpected intrusion. "Oh... Um... sorry." The person said awkwardly and left. A different kind of heat took over, one of embarrassment. God I hope it was someone I didn't know. I thought to myself. A heart beat after the door clicked shut again my attackers hand left my aching pussy and wrapped itself around my neck. His fingers were pressed against my esophagus, I couldn't breathe but when I tried to struggle he pressed harder. I got the hint pretty quick and stopped moving. His normally low and husky voice was just a whisper in my ear. "Remember whore, your mine. Break my rules and the consequences will be severe." With that said he let go of me and I dropped to the floor in a coughing fit gasping desperately for much needed air. When I finally got my breathing under control I sat down against the shelving and burst into tears. My whole body was shaking from the encounter. The tears were an unstoppable force caused by relief he didn't kill me, the humiliation of someone walking in like that, and the guilt and shame of knowing that I enjoyed the disturbing lust my attacker made me feel and by forcing a helplessness on me I had never felt before. Half of me was terrified I would run into him again the other half was excited at what he might do next. All of me thinks I have gone insane, especially the part of me that lost control when I let my hormones take over. My body was still wound tight from unsatisfied desires. When the tears stopped falling I stood up on shaky legs determined to go back to work. Just because some ass hole wanted to "own" me as he put it didn't mean I was going to let him ruin my career. A career I might add that I've busted my ass for. I vehemently tried to wipe the evidence of my tears from my face and grabbed the forgotten supplies I had originally came in the stupid closet for in the first place. I made it back to the clinic before I stopped dead in my tracks realizing I had no idea what he meant by rules. What rules? How the hell was I suppose to follow them when I had no idea what they were in the first place. One of the nurses brought me back to reality when she asked me if I was okay. I nodded my head and told her I was alright that I was just remembering something that I had forgotten to do this morning. She seemed appeased by my answer and we went back to work helping the steady stream of people coming into the clinic. A couple hours later I was still shaken and confused when I went on my lunch break. I sat down at my normal table in the cafeteria. Most people think hospital food is the nastiest stuff on the planet but we were actually lucky to have great food. I wasn't sure how long I had sat there distractedly pushing my food around my plate before a hand touched my shoulder. I think I jumped about ten feet in the air before twisted around to see who had snuck up behind me. My relief was immediate when I recognized my friend Michael. My hand flew to my chest hoping to keep my overworked heart from beating out of my chest. "Jesus, Michael you scared the shit out of me." He had the good grace to look guilty when he mumbled his apology as he sat down. "You looked a million miles away, I didn't think you'd hear me if I had tried to say something." I sighed at his reply. "Your fine, I guess I was kinda lost in thought." I looked down at my plate and started pushing things around again. "Hey you okay?" Michael asked me with genuine concern. "Yeah I'm fine just a little rattled. Someone broke into my apartment last night and..." I cut my self off before I let it slip what had really happened. I thought for a seconded a figured it was best to only give a half truth. "and the idea of going home tonight scares me." There. That wasn't the completely truth but it wasn't a lie either. I was terrified to go home but not because my attacker broke in and did the things he did to me, I was more afraid that the next time it happened I would give over to him completely. I looked up to see Michaels jaw hanging wide open. "Oh my god. Are you okay? What happened? Did they take anything? More importantly did you call the police?" Each question he asked made me cringe a little more. No, I wasn't okay. Someone practically tried to rape me and I enjoyed it. He took my sense of security and took my confidence in knowing exactly where I stood in the world away and no, I did not call the police. How the hell was I suppose to fess up that some guy broke into my house and gave me the best orgasm of my life and I was afraid he'd do it again? If I couldn't tell my best friend how was I suppose to tell the police? I just shook my head and put my head in my hands hoping to hide the shame blaring in my eyes. Before I could stop the words from forming I just blurted them out. "Can I stay with you tonight?" When silence greeted my question I put my arms back on the table and looked up in time to see a smirk slide off his face. For a second I was confused but shook it off as if nothing happened. "So can I? Stay at your place tonight I mean?" "Of course. I gotta work tonight though. You okay with that?" Michael took a big bite of his sandwich and looked back at me waiting for my answer." "Yea that's fine." I said a little bummed, I always loved hanging out with him. We tried dating once back in med school but the sexual compatibility just wasn't there. Which if you asked me sucked ass. I mean it was nice it just wasn't.... how'd I put it earlier? Oh yes, raw primal uninhibited by thought rip my cloths of and have your merry fucking way with me cave man style sex. I said it sucked that the sex wasn't enough for me because I really do care about him and if I do say so myself the man is like Jesse Williams, lost in your blue eyes kinda hot. But whatever it just wasn't meant to be I guess. I must have sighed "hey I can call off tonight if you need me too." "No no no really I m fine sorry my brain wondered off again." I looked down at my wrist watch and figured I might as well get back to work. "I'll catch ya later I'm gonna head back to work." "K. See ya." The rest of my day passed uneventfully and by the time I reached Michaels house I was ready to drop. In the end I was kind of grateful Michael wasn't there I didn't think I had the energy to do much of anything let alone hold a conversation. As I laid there in my underwear (I didn't want to go home just in case my attacker was there) I had an eerie since of déjà vu from the previous night but the thought was pushed back quickly. I believed I was safe in Michael's house and fell asleep quickly thinking about how I was going to spend the next seven days since I didn't have to work. I woke up to the sound of movement in my room. Wait, no not my room. Everything that had happened in the last 36 hours came crashing back to me making me instantly awake which is a rare thing for me. "Michael? Is that you?" I tried to sit up but I couldn't. Dammit not again. Can't a girl get a full nights rest without someone tying her to the bed? I thought fully irritated at the helpless situation I found myself in once more. I was trying to figure out why I couldn't see anything and then it dawned on me... I was blind folded. Again. I felt a hand brush against my ankle. I knew that had, I didn't have to see anything to know my attacker had found me. I felt my nipples tighten and the now familiar fear/lust flaired in the pit of my stomach. As his hand slowly slid up my leg the fear/lust grew until it became a steady flame flickering throughout every inch of my body. "Did you honestly think that I wouldn't find you?" My attacker was truly pissed, I could hear it in the way he practically growled out his words. Something told me by coming to Michael's house I broke a major rule. Something else told me that tonight's visit was going to hurt like hell. Vengeance is Bliss Ch. 03 Authors note: Just so people know I don't condone physical abuse. This story is purely fantasy and should be treated as such. For those who have stayed with me so far I thank you and ask you to be patient... more is to come and all your questions will be answered soon. ----------------------------------------------- For some reason I felt like apologizing to this man. I didn't think anymore, I knew, I had completely lost my mind. So I kept my mouth shut. If I had learned anything about my attacker since I met him I knew there was no reasoning with him. The last two times he had me like this I didn't get a word in edge wise so I figured why start now. I also figured that if I started talking he would put that awful gag back in my mouth. "Your catching on quickly. Pity. I was kind of looking forward to punishing you for speaking out of turn." My attacker chuckled. I was starting to get the sinking unrealistic fear that my attacker could read my mind. "No my love, I can't read your mind but I know how you think." I heard footsteps going away from the bed, some rustling around and then footsteps back toward me. My poor heart started racing again. It was unaccustomed to so much fear and excitement. "If you scream I'll back hand you. You understand?" Before I could give him an answer something hard and cold clamped down on my nipple. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out in pain. My nipple throbbed and it was all I could focus on. I thrashed my head back and forth unable to become accustom to the feeling. I bit down harder on my cheek and my mouth filled with a tangy metallic taste. The second clamp threw me off just as much as the first but I was no longer able to hold in my scream. Just as promised the back of his hand made contact with my cheek and the searing pain over powered the hurt in my chest. I tried to hide my face in the crook of my arm to no avail. I started sobbing as if my heart were shattered into a million pieces. Pain was not an aphrodisiac to me. I felt my attacker stroke my cheek trying to sooth me as if he wasn't the reason for it in the first place. Oddly enough though, it worked. "Just give it a minute your body will adjust to the pain." Was that seriously concern I heard in his voice. I was more confused than ever. Was my attacker here to hurt me or love me? I felt his finger tips softly caress my skin, dragging them up and down my stomach; stopping once to circle around my belly button before he slid them lower towards my hips. I was beyond confused and I hated to admit it but the sensation was nice. I know nice is kind of an eh word describe something but the feeling wasn't awful nor was it amazing it was just... nice. The backs of his finger nails left a trail of butterfly kisses across my hip bone and I shuddered. It was starting to feel better than nice I can tell you that much right now. Goosebumps were beginning to form down my legs. His fingers then followed the line of the panties I still wore until he reached my other hip but he didn't stop there. On his way back across his fingers dipped under the elastic band of my underwear pulling them down slightly and I felt a feather light kiss touch where his fingers had just been. The tears I had been crying finally dried up at his unexpected kindness. The haziness from my confusion cleared my brain of most of my thoughts leaving only an awareness of where his lips had just touched my skin. He repeated the agonizingly slow process of dragging his fingers across my skin and moving my panties down another inch or so allowing more room for his lips to caress the sensitive skin right above my pubic mound. When he ran out of stomach he moved onto the tops of my thighs until my panties were as far down as they would go because of my legs being tied to the bed. By this point I had completely forgotten about the clamps on my nipples and was only aware if the low simmering heat starting to form in the pit of my abdomen. My attacker got off the bed at this point but quickly returned. I wasn't sure what he was up to until I felt something sharp and cold slide up my leg. My heart started to pound harder as my anxiety grew. I could only guess that my attacker had a knife in his hand and I was terrified and what my imagination came up with that he could do with it. The tip of his blade slipped under the thin strap of cotton that covered my hip before I heard the distinct sound of ripping cloth. My body relaxed a little when I realized that he was just getting rid of my underwear the only way he could without untying my legs. The fact that he had a knife in his hands still made me more than nervous but knowing he was using it for what he was held back the flood of hysterical terror that threatened to break free. I was starting to think that my attacker enjoyed knowing I was afraid of him and the predicament he had me in left me in no position to disappoint him on that score. After my last layer of protection was easily removed from the lower half of my body I felt vulnerable in the extreme. I know this wasn't the first time I had been naked in front of him but somehow having it be him removing my clothing escalated the emotion tenfold. I then felt the tip of the cold steel touch my neck. I froze unwilling to move just in case my frantic movement accidentally caused my untimely death by stabbing myself in the throat. All of the adrenaline pumping through my system made every touch no matter how light feel amazing. I was beginning to see a side of myself that I didn't know I possessed and I wasn't quite sure if I liked it just yet. The tip of his blade hovered over my jugular for a few more seconds before it too began its excruciatingly slow and deliberate way down between the valley of my breasts. Instead of circling around my navel it followed the natural path down towards the center of my stomach only to come back up to continue on its journey. When it reached my pussy lips, if at all possible it slowed down even more. He wanted me to know I was at his completely and utter mercy. Having to remain still was torcher I wanted to squirm to let him know that I was becoming excited by this new element of danger but on some level I think he already knew. The tip of his blade ended its adventure directly on top of my now swollen clit. I felt everything and I honestly have to say I felt more alive than I ever had before. There was just something about this whole fucked up mess I found myself in that made me wake up from a coma I had no idea I was even in. My attacker leaned in and placed his tongue right next to the blade. It was becoming impossible not to move. The soft moist heat of his tongue was driving me crazy as it flicked up and down slower than I wanted him to. My attacker finally removed the knife to give his tongue full access. Never have I ever enjoyed having a man between my legs more than I did at that moment. I felt my orgasm building, slowly intensifying. His mouth licked and sucked at my clit. Every cell in my body sang as it pulled tighter into itself. My toes actually curled and my back arched. Just a few more seconds I thought. Just a few more licks and my body would be shoved over the Cliff and able to fall into the sweet abyss that lay below it. However I should have known better than to think he was going to let me get off. He pulled away. I let out a short grown of frustration and started to thrash madly around, trying like hell to break free so I could strangle my attacker. I was furious. If I could just get my hands on him I would claw his eyes out. All my attacker did was laugh, which just pissed me off even more. Still laughing my attacker took the clamps off my nipples. They throbbed as the blood rushed back to them and I whimpered my anger leaving as quickly as it came. I couldn't take much more of this; my body was pulled taught like a bowstring with 90 pounds of resistance in the line. I wanted. I needed. I ached and pulsed becoming mindless with lust. All of the build up with none of the release made me feel hollow between my legs as if I were missing a vital part of my anatomy. I had sunk so low I was even willing to beg for it. "Please?" I cried out. "Please I am begging you!" "Oh really? What exactly are you begging me for?" My attacker sounded amused. He was going to make me spell it out. I stretched against my binds and began undulating my hips, doing everything I possibly could to find some sort of relief. "I need.... I – I want..." he started kissing his way up my torso, my skin was so sensitive I felt every breath in between each movement. It was distracting and I couldn't think straight. "Tell me. What do you want?" His voice seemed thicker and lower than usual. I sucked in and let out a guttural moan. "Fuck me! I want you to f-fuck me!" I begged. My attacker continued to lay little kisses here and there until his body completely covered mine. My breathing was harsh and erratic as he pumped his hips into mine. I was disappointed at the lack of penetration because he still had pants on but I thought I was getting ready to get what I was dying for so it wasn't too bad. His voice was so soft in my ear it took me a second to understand what I had been told. He said no. "No? NO? Are you fucking kidding me?" I was flabbergasted. "You have me tied up, naked and horny. Ready and finally willing to have sex with you and you tell me no?" "Well I guess you are starting to understand what it feels like but the answer is still no." I was surprised to hear the anger seep back into his tone. With that he got off the bed and left the room. I know he left because I heard the door slam behind him. "GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING BASTERD YOU CANT JUST LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS!!!" Fuck the rules I was the one who was pissed now. "LET ME GO!" I yelled as loud as I could before I let out a scream of frustration. When he came back in I was temporarily relieved thinking he was actually going to let me go but to my horror all he did was pop the hated gag in my mouth before he left again. I screamed and cursed the day he was born through the gag in my mouth until my throat was sore. I couldn't make sense over the hot and cold way he kept treating me. One minute he was cruel and angry the next he was gentle almost loving. I honestly couldn't make heads or tails of it. I couldn't tell you how long I laid there but it was long enough for the lust to dissipate and the pain from being in one position for so long to finally set in. My hands and feet were starting to go numb and I was freezing. I was uncomfortable and unable to sleep but being incapable of moving gave me time to think. I thought more about why my attacker was doing this to me. From the things he had said to me it seemed like he was out for revenge but I couldn't understand why. Except if maybe it was the loved one of one of my patients but that didn't make any sense either. Why would the loved one of a patient use sex against me? Then it hit me. It was someone that I had turned down, someone I once rejected that thought they could use and abuse me as their personal sex toy. The only question that remand was why or more importantly who?