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Aftermath of rape: A little bit of truth shows through.

"Wash my back," he calls from the bathroom.

I do as I'm told.

"Why are you still dressed?"

I take my street clothes off and he smiles at me. He wants me. His eyes tell me so.

He lies down on the bed and spreads his legs.

"I want a blow job."

I know what to do. I take his cock into my mouth and suck, hard. I run my tongue around in it circles and moan with pleasure as he runs his hands over my back. He shivers and begins to fuck my face.

"Fuck me," he moans.

I force a dildo slowly into his "man hole". He lets out a low rumble of a moan and I know I am doing my job right. I watch as he takes his cock into his hand and beings to stroke it.

I'm on my knees, ass in the air, fucking him, with the balls still in their place. I moan with pleasure, he shudders with his. I watch him come again and again, until he can't take it any more and his cock pulses, hard, one of my favorite sights.

"What were you doing when I got here?"

"Touching myself," I answer.

"And what's the punishment for that?"

He's up and walking around, turning me so I am bent over the bed, my feet planted on the floor.

"Count," he says and the first smack hits my ass.

I jump and laugh, the pain and pleasure mixing.

1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4... 20.

"Good sluts don't touch themselves without permission."

I'm on my hands and knees again on the bed, as he holds me still, running his fingers over me.

"You're not coming for a long time," he says, his fingers running over my clit again, "mmmm so wet. But only good girls get to come when they want, and you weren't a good girl."

My breathing becomes heavier, my nipples harder, and I need him now.

His tongue brushes over my clit and I want to jump, but he holds me in place. The balls are being pulled from my vagina and his fingers replace them. I want more, but he stops.

I'm left alone as he leaves the room.

"Don't move!"

I take a risk, brushing my hand over my clit. I'm too curious for my own good. I just want to see how hard it is, how sensitive, how wet.

His hand slaps my ass hard and fast. It stings in a way that shouldn't feel good but sends chills through my body and I crave more. I get them. 20.

He places a cock inside me. The thick six-inch dildo that I love so much. He runs his hands all over my body and the goosebumps rise in the paths his fingers make. I need him to fuck me, I need him to make me come. For a moment, I think he's just stretching me. Preparing me for the eight-inch cock, but instead he sits me down on a chair.

I feel full and I begin to drip around the cock, leaking onto the chair. He grabs my nipples and pulls them through the bars on the back of the chairs.

"Hands front."

The zip ties lock around my wrists and I can't move my hands. The rope binds my feet to the feet of the chair. I can't move. I surrender myself to him.

He ties a tie around me as if it is a blind fold and I can't see. Then I feel the pinch and pleasure of the nipple clamp. One nipple, the coldness of the chain pressed against my body, weaved through the cold metal of the chair, and the clamped to the other nipple.

I let out a whimper, on the edge of coming, stuffed to the brim, dripping wet.

He grabs me by my pony tail, pulling my head to the side, sinking his teeth into my neck, kissing hard. I melt and moan and beg for more, for some release, but instead he kisses me all over, making me beg and beg and beg for more.

His finger brushes over the outside of my asshole. For the love of all things wonderful, I beg him to please just fuck me, to let me cum but he won't let me. Instead he leaves me along for a moment, until I feel his tongue flicking my nipples, pulling them and teasing them.

Then a new sensation. The vibrator sits outside my asshole. I can feel the vibrations deep inside me and I fight the urge to come. I don't have permission.

A moment later there's a vibrator on my clit.

He torments my breasts, my clit, my asshole. I want to come, but I can't.

"Are you going to touch yourself without permission again?"

"No," I whimper.

I realize I've been moaning loudly, almost sc

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