Nightly visits

[Shyminx]

The story is a work of fiction. No one was hurt during the writing of this story. All characters are fictional and any mention of characters is purely for fantasy purposes. Rape is a terrible crime and the author does not condone real rape.


Nightly visits

(Rape, M/F)

She heard the heavy steps coming down the stairs. She held her breath, and cringed when she heard the bolts being undone. The heavy door creaked and she could see a faint glow of light. The large silhouette of her captor made her shudder but she looked on. Maybe it was to get a glimpse of his face. Maybe it was to check whether he was even human. She couldn’t stop looking. She watched as the door closed behind the figure who was now coming towards the bed. She could see his excitement, in the way the silhouette of his stiff cock bounced as he walked. He was naked. She braced herself.

Without any preliminaries, he crawled onto the bed and lay his body down on hers. His large body covered her slim frame completely and she was overwhelmed with the sense of his presence and power. He liked to do that to her. Just come down to press his body against her and wait for her to start squirming. Her chest was already getting tighter. Her breasts were pressing against his hairy chest as she tried to breathe in and out without giving him the satisfaction of knowing her fear.

She whimpered softly when she felt his hands starting to move. He rubbed her sides, his large hands gripping her around the waist, squeezing her tight. It was as if he wanted to make her waist even smaller, or trying to get his fingers to meet each other around her waist. Then his hands slid to her hips, rubbing up and down slowly. They then changed direction and slid to her breasts, cupping each from the sides. His lips were at her neck, kissing and sucking.

As she moaned in protest, his body slid down till he was facing her generous breasts. He was looking at them and nuzzling them. He started licking them. The licks escalated to bites and soon her white orbs were covered with bite marks. She was crying and shaking by then. She couldn’t get away no matter how hard she tried. He pressed her to the bed and molesting her breasts biting and sucking to his heart’s content. Once he was satisfied with the extent of his brutality, he started to suck on her nipples gently but insistently. He did this leisurely, not caring that the woman he was suckling hated what he was doing. He would draw her nipple between his lips and tug. Then engulf the top of her breast in his mouth, his tongue flicking at the imprisoned nipple. It, like her entire body, was a captive and at his mercy. He alternated between nipples, sucking on them till they were long and erect.

She hated it that it felt good. She hated it more that she would now be wet down there. She couldn’t close her legs, could barely feel them from having been restrained for such a long time. They were spread and restrained to the corners of the bed, just like her arms were pulled out and restrained to the corners above.

She tried her best to ignore him as he sucked and bit, hurting and causing pleasure with his lips and teeth. The she gasped as she was impaled, his entire length sliding into her in one quick motion. The pounding ensued. It was brutal. He flexed his hips, gyrating them and moving his cock inside her to maximize his pleasure. He groaned, enjoying the warm wetness of her. Then he started fucking her as if he wanted to break her in two. She cried out in fear and pain as his cock rammed in and out. He ignored her, his hands gripping her breasts and then her waist. His entire body was on hers, flattening her while his hips shoved and his cock burrowed deep into her. She held on, gasping and crying out as he used her body.

His thrusting became frenzied and he crushed her lithe body under his. He grunted and fucked, his body jerking with the attack, consuming her. None of her cries or feelings mattered to him. She was but a mere vessel for his cock, a toy to masturbate with. He thrust and thrust till streams of sweat rained down on her. The pounding went on and on as he tried to get his cock as deep into her as he could. He used one hand to cover the hole of the open mouth gag she was forced to wear. The cries were somewhat muffled as he drove himself into her again and again.

It felt like he was stabbing her but with the pain there was also pleasure. Each thrust grazed her clit and then her flesh moved as he ground into her. Then there was a feeling deep inside her, like a growing itch. She groaned and tried to ignore it but it kept on growing. He kept on pounding, possessed by the need for release.

Her body started to quake as he pounded even harder. His quickening pace was noticeable as was his urgent grunting. His flesh was damp and hard as he smashed her to the bed, bruising her inner thighs with the growing viciousness. The grunts got louder and with it, the thrusting became a blur of movement. She could only watch and whimper as he took his pleasure. She screamed out as he rammed in all the way, pushing against the mattress with his toes as he tried to get deeper. Her eyes widened in shock and pain as she felt his cock head slam against her cervix. Then her body shook as his cock twitched. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her hips arched off the bed. He was heavier though and he pressed her back down, his cock sliding out slightly and then ramming to the hilt as it kept throbbing, releasing jet after slimy jet of cum inside of her.

The sensation of being conquered and filled drove her over the edge and her pussy clamped down on his cock, pulsating and milking it as he emptied inside. He didn’t care that she was cumming. He kept thrusting and trying to burrow deeper until his cock could not spurt any more. He usually cums a lot and this time was no exception. She felt full with the fluids inside her. He stayed on top of her, breathing heavily as he felt the back wash of cum sliding along his softening shaft. She heard him growl in satisfaction, his face mashed against her breasts as he rested.

Then, without a word, he got up and left her the same way that he had come to her. Not a word of acknowledgement was said. He didn’t even look at her. He didn’t care that she would be lying in a wet patch of his cum that night. After all, she was only a body to him. She couldn’t talk with the open mouth gag but he could use it to cum in whenever he wished. She couldn’t move without him wanting her to move. She was nothing. Just a body and three warm holes he could use any time he wanted.

She watched him, her eyes tearful, as he went up the stairs and closed the door behind him. She started to sob softly. All she could look forward to was the next rape and she knew without a doubt that it would come.

She sobbed herself to sleep, despairing at the nightmare she was forced to live as his cum dump.

[Songbird]

This is one of my favourite stories on here, just so you know.