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The minute we were in the door I grabbed her by the collar and shoved her up against the wall. The door slammed loudly to my left. She was reeling a little from the sudden movement so I grabbed her chin and pulled her face down on a level with mine, forcing her eyes to meet with mine.

"This is the last time you'll see my eyes tonight," I told her, "so listen carefully. You got a safeword?" I began to remove her clothes with my free hand.

She managed a nod against my tight grip. "It's 'coconut'," she replied.

"Good. Mine's 'pineapple'." By now her pant were down around her ankles and her shirt was somewhere in the vicinity of my bed. I flipped her around so that her face was shoved up against the concrete wall and pulled her hands around behind her back. In one movement I removed a set of handcuffs from my pocket and slapped them on her wrists, closing them until the metal bit against her skin. From my closet I removed a long strip of cloth, which I bound around her eyes. Then I tossed her, bound and blind, face down onto my bed and said, "Don't fucking move. I'll be back."

When I returned from the bathroom I moved to kneel behind her on the bed. I undid the handcuffs and moved her arms around to the front of her body, then clipped them back on. "Hands and knees," I said, and she moved to prop herself up on her hands and knees. I unzipped my fly, pulled out the long blue dildo I had put on, and guided her hips back with my hands until it rubbed lightly against the opening of her vagina. I moved it back and forth a little, grinding it against her clit, then pushed her head down to the bed, ass in the air, and shoved it's entirety into her.

For her part, she barely squeaked at first. It was all of eight inches long and 2 inches wide, so I was fairly impressed but not nearly satisfied. I began to move it in and out of her, guiding her hips back and forth, violently forcing it in and slowly pulling it out. At first her body fought it a little and she let out a squeak of pain with each thrust, but as I continued I felt her grow wet and begin to open up to me and squeaks became grunts became moans. Then she began to do the majority of the work, thrusting her lithe body back against me, taking the whole of it in, out, in, out. And on until she was screaming out my name and sobbing against her arms, and I still forcing it in, slowly pulling it out.

Her body began to tremble and her hips started to buck. She began to yell in earnest, bucking back against me, trying to hold it in as much as possible before I inevitably pulled it back out. Then, with a final shriek, she bucked back against me and I pulled her hips onto mine, filling her with it completely, every inch devoured, and felt her spasm violently around it. I would have come too if there was enough human left in me to do it.

She fell forward, sobbing violently, and it slid out of her with a slight pop. I stood up off the bed for a moment, watching her cry against my sheets, then moved around to the front of her and pushed her by the chest so that she was lying on her back, still bound and blinded.

"I'm going to take the blindfold off," I told her. "I think I can trust you not to look in my eyes. But if you do, don't think I won't slap the shit out of you." I reached around behind her head and undid the knot, tangled as it was in her long, silky hair. Before she could open her eyes, I sat back on the bed out of the line of her vision. "Don't look around or you'll see me, and I really don't want to hit you. But don't think that I won't."

I took a minute to appreciate her. She really was beautiful. If I were a little less filled with anger and hate, I might have been able to love her. I might have been able to make our little excursion something really beautiful.

She was about average height, long strawberry-blonde hair, bright green eyes. Her face was sharp and angular, generating a striking profile. Full cherry lips, a perfectly kept brow line, not a hair out of place anywhere on her body. Probably a C or a D cup, small nipples brilliantly aroused by the cold draft in my room, her body constructed entirely of lean muscles and curves. Relatively tanned -- not as dark as me, but pretty close. Bikini-line shaved and everything trimmed nicely. Not a thing to complain about anywhere on her entire body.

Tears were still streaming from her eyes, but she was beginning to stem the flow on her own. I felt an annoying compulsion to comfort her, to hold this beautiful creature in my arms and play my hands through her hair until the tears stopped completely, to kiss their tracks from her face. But I pushed it down, as far down inside me as I could, into the place where I now keep all my thoughts of you.

I had so much more planned for her tonight, and now I found myself incapable of it. I got up, left her with the tears still running out of her eyes, and went into the bathroom to remove the dildo. When I came back, she was rubbing the wet tracks off of her face, hands still bound. I sat down on the bed next to her, undid her handcuffs, and laid my head on her stomach. She knew enough not to say anything. She just played her hands through the brown hair I had recently cut short, no sound at all.

I refused to let myself think. I focused instead on the pores of her skin, eyes open, body alert, refusing to relax. Refusing to let myself cry.

I shifted around so that I was lying with her, my head now resting on her chest. "Thank you," I said, and she looked down into my eyes, her green against my amber. And the tears began to fall unbidden against her skin. No more strength to fight. And I cried.