WHORE

I knew what he wanted.  I could sit here and tell you that I wasn’t aware, that some part of me was somehow clueless to what I was walking into, but that would be a lie.  And in all my deviant perverse nature, one thing I am not is a liar. 

I wanted to be abused, used, taken, forced, seduced, humiliated.  I wanted to loose control of everything.   I had grown tired of my world…Tired of my normalcy, tired of my structure.   So tonight I did what I dared never do. Tonight I was going to be relentless, risky, depraved, and simply pray that I came out alive…..

I went to his house.  I had heard so many terrible things about him.  His dark nature, his sexual appetite, his desire for pain and dominance, his talent for making you suffer to a state of abysmal climactic ecstasy.   Those who spoke his name did so in whispers and in silence, and in secret.  A man whose body was anything short of godlike, whose dick had the length and girth of a police light, and whose sexual rhythm was legendary for making all cum to there knees and tears that the pain was over, but also that the pleasure was over.  This demon god of a man was just what I needed in every orifice on my body.  I wanted to taste him, drink him be his slave…

The door was open when I got there; no lights were on, not even a candle.  I wasn’t sure if I was in the right place.  I was gripped with fear and lust, and I was moist, so so moist.  My body was alive, and I swear I could hear the air in the room.   I took several steps in an attempt to reach around for a light, a wall something that might give me some false sense of security.  But there was nothing but air…….So I dared speak….I dared speak his name….Damon……The echo, bough on an even lonlier feeling.  And for a second, I was empty, lonely, disgraced, but then, something was coming towards me with incredible speed, I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it.   I could hear its footsteps.  Should I run, should I scream?……. and then I was unconscious. 

I don’t remember how. Did I faint from fear?  Did he do something to me?….But when I came to, I couldn’t move.  And still everything was dark.  I didn’t have to see to know I was naked.  Whatever apparatus I was secured to, was terribly uncomfortable.  My ankles and risk bound together.  My legs spread wide apart.  I was completely exposed, and gagged.    I was suspended in the air, as I could feel no ground beneath me.   This was a mistake…I tried to yell, but there was nothing but muffled hums.  I began to cry.  If this man was going to kill me, it was going to be terrible and slow. Know one would go through such lengths to secure someone the way he had secured me to this apparatus without having horrible nasty things in mind.  I missed my old life suddenly.  It hadn’t been so bad after all.  What the hell had I walked into?  I could hear breathing, Oh god it was right in front of me, and it was playing with me, down there, in that special place. My ass was wet from my own perspiration, and I was instantly embarrassed.  He was rubbing on it, he was playing with it, and I couldn’t even see him.  He wouldn’t even speak.  I tried to move around, but this human enclosure didn’t move.  This was so shameful.  And I couldn’t stop sweating anywhere, but especially down there.  I heard him laugh for a brief second.  He was reveling in my discomfort. That laugh was so menacing. So evil.   And he was probing me. My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, and I could make out his figure.  His silhouette even in this silken black mist was intimidating and strong.  He knelt down slowly, and I swear he stared at me as he retreated, as if he knew I was able to see him.  He disappeared below me, and I grew evermore frightened.   What was he about to do to me?  I was shaking uncontrollably. 

When his tongue entered my ass, I screamed.  No, not like this I thought. Not only could he feel the moistness, now he was tasting it.  My legs were suspended in such a way that clenching didn’t even allow me to close this private area that he was so dedicated too.  It felt horrible, and amazing.  His tongue was too long, too strong, it was invasive and rude, and demanding. It rammed into me reminding me with each prodding thrust that resistance was pointless,  and slowly I began to give in to its efforts, and it was at that moment he stopped, and there was nothing again.  I wasn’t even sure if he was there anymore.  Some time passed before I felt his breath on my cheek.  He whispered, “If you resist, it’ll only be worst..  Shhhhh”.   He removed the gag, and I dared not challenge him nor speak.  I thought I might have a moment of relief, but one gag was replaced with another, and this one was much worst.  It didn’t hold my mouth closed, it held it open.  He couldn’t see the tears running down my face, but I could feel his body straddling me.  His dick found its way to my mouth, in my mouth, and I needed not do any work, his repetitive thrust were doing all they needed, his nutts were heavy and smashed across my chin.  But as if this were not enough, he reached back and again began to play with me down there in that spot, that special place.  No tongue entered there now, but his finger, his large finger was circling its way around, until one entered.  It was just as visious as his tongue.  And when he was pleased with my muffled pleas for mercy, two fingers entered, and moved so rapidly , the sound clapped through the air.  Please stop!!!!! I wanted to resist, but my body began to perform on its own.  Still I fought to pull back, not only because of how humiliating this was, how scared I was, but also because I thought If I showed signs of pleasure, he might stop.  And his taste was too intoxicating.