Rape Master, part 1
He entered my house without an invitation. I had heard a knock at the door and when I opened it, he pushed his way in. He was known to me; we had gone out for one date and have chatted on-line for three months. He seemed a nice and gentle man; someone a woman could feel safe with.
He pushed the door all the way open, then pushed me back and I landed on the floor. I watched him shut the door and lock it. He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to him. Pulling my head back, he called me a slut and a whore; he told me that after tonight, I was going to call him Master and kneel at his feet. I laughed and said 'never'. He pulled my face to his and claimed my mouth with his. I bit his bottom lip and he snarled and pushed me down on the floor. I thought that he was going to hit me, but he just smiled. He knelt down beside me and proceeded to unbutton my dress. I slapped his hands away. It didn't faze him. He grabbed the top of my dress and ripped it open. I got to my feet--that's enough--I yelled at him. I told him to get out of my house and for him not to ever come back. He just looked at me, smiled, and told me that I was beautiful when I was angry.
At that point, I was more angry than afraid. I pushed by him and went to the kitchen. I heard him laughing. I grabbed a knife and came back to the front room. I told him to get out of my house. He grabbed my arm and twisted it to my back. I kicked him. He squeezed my wrist so that I dropped the knife. He pushed me to my stomach, put his knee in my back, and fastened a leather wrist cuff to the arm he held. He locked it with a padlock and after he was done, he fastened my other wrist.
I started to get the idea that I might not have a chance to get him out of my house. I tried to kick myself free from him, but he wouldn't let me go. He was too strong for me. He wrenched both arms behind my back and fastened them together. He then covered my eyes with some dark cloth. I couldn't see. He got up. I rolled to my side and pushed myself up. I stood--he didn't touch me. I told him that this game has gone far enough, would he please unfasten me. He laughed and said that this game has just started. A shiver went down my spine. I was shaking, but I wasn't sure if it was in fear or something else. I felt the knife on my arm cutting the sleeve of my dress, one then the other. The dress fell to the floor. He then cut my bra and panties off. A moan escaped my lips as the cold metal touched the skin of my crotch. He touched my skin with the knife again. I backed away. With one hand he grabbed my hair and the other he traced my body with the knife. He thanked me for supplying the knife that he didn't think to bring one with him. The knife didn't cut my skin, but I felt it marking. He pushed me down to my knees and told me to stay. I heard him move away. I tried to get up, but since I didn't have my hands to help me, I couldn't get up.
I heard him come back into the room. He patted my head when he saw that I was still on my knees. He shoved a leather gag in my mouth. That is to keep you quiet he told me. I felt something cold on my back; it felt like an ice cube. My back got goose bumps and I shivered. I wanted to struggle, but wasn't sure what I could do about the situation I was in. He rubbed ice cubes all over my body and I continued my shivering. My nipples got hard as he rubbed cold ice on them. He didn't let any part of my body escape the cold. When he used up all the ice cubes that he had, he carefully laid me on my back and fastened my feet together. He suckled on my breasts, teasing the nipples to a hard peak. I moaned, but not much sound escaped. I felt a sharp slice on the top of my breast. Not much pain, but I wondered what he was doing. His lips came down on the cut and I felt him sucking. It felt exotic. He did the same to the other breast. When he had me wiggling is sweet pleasure from his use of my breasts, he turned me over and unfastened my wrist cuffs. He pulled my arms around to my front, and then refastened them. He pulled my arms up over my head then took the gag off. He kissed my lips drawing a surrender response out of me. He was straddling me, holding my arms with one of his hands. He had also taken off his clothes while he had been gone. He stopped kissing me, took a tight hold on one of my arms, and then I felt a sharp slice on the inside of my arm. It wasn't a long slash. He pulled my arms to his mouth and sucked on the slice, then brought his mouth to mine. He had blood in his mouth and he forced my lips open. Some blood dripped out of my mouth when he filled it. He sucked some more blood out of my arm and filled my mouth again. He kissed me deeply this time, drawing a moan out of me. He sucked my tongue as opened my mouth to his. I brought my arms around his neck in sweet surrender.
Soon as he felt my surrender to him, he got off me and stood up. I made a sobbing sound, thinking that I might be left in the state of surrender. I felt my legs being untied and his hands moving up the inside of my legs toward my crotch. He felt my wetness and groaned, pushing my legs apart and up, he thrust his manhood inside of me. I screamed as well as I was able to. With that first thrust, I had spiraled over the edge of ecstasy. I met him thrust to thrust until he reached his own edge of ecstasy. His manhood filled me like no other had and with each thrust sharp barbs of pleasure went through me like wildfire. Our spirits merged and toppled of the edge and soared together like birds of flight. I felt his manhood decrease as hot sperm shot into me. When he was done, he pulled out and kissed my lips again. I heard him leave the room.
I heard water running in the bathroom, it sounded like the tub was being filled. He came back into the room, unfastened me, and pulled me gently to my feet. Leading me to the bathroom, he gently helped me into the tub. I felt sticky so I was very grateful for a bath and didn't fight him. He lathered my body all over with soap, and then rinsed me off. Every touch of his was gentle, like what just happened was a dream and this was the true him. The water was scented with lavender bubbles, which relaxed me. He bathed all the blood and semen off. After the bath I felt clean and cherished, after all that went om previously, that feeling surprised me. He helped me out of the tub and gently rubbed me dry. He then let me sit on the toilet so I could relieve myself. When I was done, he took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. He laid me on the bed and fastened one of my wrists to the headboard of my bed. I then heard him take his own shower. I was so tired, I couldn't bring myself to fight anymore, and I closed my eyes.
In a short while I heard the water get turn off and shortly a warm body slipped into bed next to me. I was wrapped in a warm embrace and molded to a hard lean body. I closed my eyes and savored the warmth of his body then fell asleep.