—A Flash Story—
The darkness lay in my mind, thicker than a peasouper fog. A dull throbbing on the back of my head marked a spot where I had received a hard blow. Who hit me? Why did they? Where did this happen? And, where am I? All answers to my questions eluded my frazzled mind. I understood I was a prisoner. How I knew this, I cannot explain with words. You see, at this point, I had yet to open my eyes.
My eyes fluttered open, and the darkness in the room neared that in my mind. I could see soft light, falling from some pinhole high above, bathing a foot-wide circle of clarity, revealing a dirty, stained concrete floor. Beyond that, I could make out a shape that appeared to be a door.
The throbbing on the back of my head reminded me of the moment I was hit. Standing outside my gym at midnight, unlocking my car, from nowhere, I felt that impact, and my world turned to darkness.
I struggled to remember my work out that night, I fought to recall the day, all of it lay just beyond my comprehension. I had a hazy recollection of a brief encounter with a bodybuilder. He had an angry outburst about my hogging the cable machine. I immediately vacated the device, showered, changed, and left. I don’t recall if he was there as I walked out of the locker room.
A creaking caught my attention, not unlike that you hear in old horror movies as doors open, I turned my gaze to the door, and light appeared and flooded inside the room, nearly blinding me with its brilliance. In the center of the door stood a hulking figure, the door closed behind the man. He was large, wore a leather mask over his face, and nothing, absolutely, nothing else. His penis hung between his legs. A thick, massive, mushroom-headed monster hung limp under his balls, swaying back and forth as he walked toward me.
Without speaking, he approached, stroking his cock. He made it swell. It became fatter, longer, from quick short strokes at the base. The cock stiffed as he continued his jerking of the enormous behemoth.
“Please…”
“Shut the fuck up, you’re a worthless cunt,” his voice had deep, angry resonance. It was the bodybuilder. The man’s body was a testament to manhood. Bulging muscles, a colossal chest, his arms resembled some stone carving portraying the perfect man. And then you have that boner, angry curved like a banana, now standing tall, reach past his belly button the large head touching his sculptured body. It had to be more than 10 inches of hardened iron.
“Get on your knees, whore.”
“Please, please.”
His foot lurched out, colliding with my thigh. The pain lurched inside my leg. I rolled off the mattress on the floor, rose onto my knees, gazing up at his hooded face.
“If you don’t refrain from polluting the air with your fucking voice, I’ll beat the ever-loving shit out of you. Do you enjoy pain, if you do nod, if not shake your head?”
I shook my head.
“Open wide, cunt.”
My heart raced beating in my chest so hard could hear my heartbeat in ears and feel its echo in temples. My skin felt raw, chilly air blew down on me in a circular motion, and the creaking and squeaking of ceiling fan resonated above my head, somewhere unseen in a room so dark, everything in the distance, was only shape, appearing like nothing more than shadows.
He held his member at the base and lowered it my mouth. That giant nob of a cockhead hung right at my lips. My breathing caused my chest to heave, my fingers tingled, the cement stung my knees, and I couldn’t control myself. I felt the warm piss rush from me, heard the whish, the stink of urine filled my nostrils, and I opened my mouth.
I clutch my hair, dragging me onto her cock. The saltiness of it and rank odor of my captor’s sweaty crotch turned my stomach. He shoved his cock deep into my mouth, and I gagged. Thick spital filled my mouth, he pushed it deeper still, striking the back of my throat.
Bucking his hips, holding my head motionless, he fucked my face. Deep hard thrust, the petrified wood attacked my throat, I gagged, spit gushed from the edge of my making their around is fat member spray across his belling, dropping down my bare chest. This continued for seemed to an hour, but was, in truth, only a few minutes.
“He pulled me off his cock. Lay on your back on the bed and open your mouth. I need to do pushups.”
I didn’t understand and gazed up at his face. He backhanded me to the floor, and blood trickled from my nose. He kicked my ass with barefoot, then again and crawled to the bed, assuming the position he wanted.
He crawled over, pulled my legs wide apart, then took my neck, pulled it upward.
“Open wide, and don’t let your head or neck change positions.”
He began to thrust deep into my throat, doing the downstroke of a pushup as he invaded my throat. Once all ten plus inches was balls deep in me, he licked my pussy a few times and pulled back. Down lick me, gagging me at the other end. Up, nearly out, thrusting deep again, and tongue, that magic tongue ran all over my honey pot.
His fat pecker starched my lips and gouged my throat. Down and back, thrusting deep, pulling all most out, then forcing himself inside me. That magnificent tongue, tickling my clit, poking into my wet hole. Torture and reward at the same time. He raped my face while pleasuring my snatch.
I can’t tell you how long it lasted, moments, minutes, hours, dear God, it was such sweet torture. He pulled back to just the back of my throat. A thick gush of cum rushed from that veiny cock, I could feel his shaft pulsing, the cum squirting, and the thick baby-batter filling my throat and squishing back into my mouth. It tasted hot, not just warm from body temperature, but fiery like spicey hot sauce. He rolled off me, his cock lay on his belly, still, rock hard.
“Crawl on top of me, rape yourself, and hard and fast, or I’ll roll us over and destroy you.”
There is a particular type of shame that comes from being raped. It is magnified if when you enjoy it. A specific, disgust, self-loathing, and self-hate that accompanies the enjoyment of your defilement. You doubt your own worth when you’re raped. You question your actions, ponder what you did that made you a target.
But when you enjoy what is happening, you question who you are. Self-worth is destroyed. There was no way I would do what he said. I lay there, stiff, scared, refusing to comply. For as big a man as my rapist was, he moved fast. Faster than you can imagine.
He sprang up and slammed his body on mine. Hit me like a bag of rocks falling from high above, crashing on top of me, crushing me. Reaching down, he took hold of his pecker, and with one hard move, shoved all of himself inside my vagina, balls deep.
It felt as it an axle handle were shoved from pussy into my tummy. A ripping, tearing, every muscle ached. The massive tool shredded its way deep inside my guts. Like a piston in a revving car motor, he hammered deep into me.
I couldn’t catch my breath, it came in hard, fast, deep inhales and rapid exhales that refused to fill my lungs. The more it hurt, the faster I breathed. My mind raced as this man pounded his dick deep inside me. My crotch felt on fire, and the muscles wanted to squeeze him out of me. I was dry, bits of tore, down there, and felt like knives were ripping away from his cock through her tender flesh.
The bodybuilder pumped into me, whispering demeaning things to my ear as he took my body. Nasty gross statements, how I wanted this, how I fucked him back, oh, so, good. That terrible, massive prick just ripped me apart with every thrust. And the worst of the worst happened. My hips started meeting his, my pussy slicked as shuttered through the first orgasm.
Gooseflesh covered my body; every single inch of my body came alive. Shame, shame, loathing, disgust, and still, I enjoyed the abuse. I was a sick bitch. After an extended period, I don’t know how long, he shot his load. Just before, he stood up, holding me with my head on the mattress, his cock balls deep, he pumped his thick grume inside my womb. He kept me there.
At last, the discharge stopped. My rapist held me still, on my head, legs spread wide his semen deep inside me. Rising, his cock plopped out with a loud, wet swoosh. Even so, he held me there, like he wanted the cum to stay inside me. After ten or fifteen minutes, he shoved me over, and I tumbled to the mattress, my face looking up at him.
“Your car’s in the parking lot, keys to it are at the door that leads outside to small parking lot. Get in your car, drive home, and call the cops. Tell them to send an officer you need to file a report.”
Wait, he wanted me to turn him into the cops? What the fuck. I was so ashamed, I didn’t want anyone to know. No, I wasn’t doing that. Fuck him, I wasn’t going to be raped by the system after he raped me. Fucking hell, no.
I got the keys, went to my car, still fucking naked, and drove home. I parked inside the garage and closed the door with the remote before I got out of the vehicle. I went straight in and took a long, warm shower. Trying to get the nastiness off me, out of me. It didn’t work.
I sat in my living room, staring at the tv with the sound muted. His words came back to me, “Call the cops. Tell them to send an officer you need to file a report.”
Odds were, I washed, all the DNA which could be recovered, from me. Still, maybe there was a chance. I grabbed the phone, called 911, and told them I needed to file a report about an attack. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. I collected my thoughts, stood, and walked to the door. I grabbed the knob, twisted it, pulled the door open to a smiling uniformed policeman.
“Oh, Shit!”
He pushed his way into the room, taking my arm, he dragged me to the couch, and the policeman forced me to sit.
“I’ve taken the liberty of filling out the tickets already. Using 911 for a nonemergency, that’ll run you $2,500, misusing an officer time reporting someone broke a flowerpot, maybe another $2,500.”
My rapist was a cop.
“Leave your door open tonight. We’re doing it again after I get off work,” the cop took my head, pulled my face to his, our lips meet, and shoved his tongue into my mouth. Removing his gun belt, he pulled off his pants and underwear and sat beside me.
“Rape your throat, bitch.”
I did as he ordered. Lowering my head toward his cock. Already the stench of his semen and sweat invaded my nostril. He hadn’t washed there afterward. My heart raced despite my attempt to control my breathing. I thought of clawing at his ball sack, I knew I wouldn’t. I bounced my head on his dick, as he wished me to do.
“Gonna be a good little baby momma,” he whispered as he pulled down my PJ bottoms. He thrust his fat thumb into my asshole.
“We’ll get married, as soon as you’re showing a big round belly,” he clutched my pussy with his powerful fingers, clamping my asshole and cunt, hard, like they were in a vice. “Every time you misbehave, I’ll beat the fuck out of you.”
This would be my life, serving him, making him children. My life was now hell on earth. At last, I’d found myself. I’m a worthless cum-bucket for a real man.
My endless nightmare has begun…