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I’m walking back to the dorm from the library at 1 am. I think I hear footsteps behind me; when I look back no one is there. I tell myself I’m just paranoid from being hyped up on caffeine, but I move a little quicker. I’m only 20 feet from the building door when a rag covers my mouth and nose. I’m unconscious before I can scream properly.
I can’t see anything when I emerge from the void of unconsciousness. For a moment fear shoots through me, I’m afraid whatever drug made me pass out also blinded me. Then I realize…I have a blindfold on. Manacles bite into my flesh, holding my arms behind my back. Cold concrete makes goose bumps on my bare flesh and when my head stops throbbing, I notice pressure in my ass. I can feel warm liquid in my bowels and I realize the pressure is a butt-plug holding it in. I begin crawling on my knees, trying to find a wall or anything to help me get a sense of the room. I freeze when a hand suddenly caresses my face. Another hand attaches a leash to the leather collar around my neck and then metal clamps on my nipples.
“On your feet”, an unfamiliar voice commands, as the leash is yanked upward. When the leash is pulled, the clamps stretch my areolar and I grunt in pain. I get on my feet as quickly as possible and jump to keep up as he starts walking away. A door opens and he takes my shoulder and sits me down on a toilet. “Bend over.” Once my head is between my legs he takes out the plug and I feel immediate relief as the liquid rushes out of my colon.
A minute later I stiffen when he touches me. “Relax; I’m just cleaning you off.”
“I can do that!” A backhanded blow lands across my face so hard I fall over and land on the sink counter.
As I use my shoulder to push myself upright again, he responds, “DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK BITCH?” I don’t respond so he hits me again. “Stupid bitch, I asked you a direct question!”
“No.” Another blow and now I can taste blood in my mouth.
“No, what?”
“No, Master?”
“Much better.” When he is done he stands up, washes his hands and yanks on the leash again. We go back to the other room. “On your knees” he commands pulling the leash down. Sighing deeply, I kneel in front of him. I feel a strap on my face and cold metal pressed against my lips. “Open.” I turn my head away; in response, he kicks me in the stomach. I gasp for air and he takes advantage of my disorientation, shoving the ring gag into my mouth. Clearly he has had practice because he quickly fastens the straps behind my head. He unties my blindfold, stands up, lowers he pants and takes his dick out of his boxers. I turn my head again but he grabs my skull with both hands, turning my head back and shoves his manhood down my throat. I don’t do anything and he gets frustrated. “The longer you make me wait, the worse I’m going to beat you.” He digs his nails into my shoulder drawing blood, I start working my tongue since my lips are teeth are useless with the gag. As he grows hard, I start to gag, but he doesn’t draw away. He pulls me closer and I feel like I’m suffocating against his body as I continue to gag.
Fear is positively correlated with the rising acid in my throat. I’m afraid I won’t live if I throw up on him. I can’t help it; acid and food come up in my mouth. I pull my head back and he lets go. “I’M SORRY! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!” I plead, or at least I try to through the gag.
“Clean me up.” He says a little too calmly. I stare at him, utterly revolted. “Do it!” he says as he unsheathes a knife from his belt. He raises his eyebrows questioningly. I lean forward and suck on him. Holding my head firmly and thrusting himself in and out of my unwilling throat; he grows hard again and explodes in me. He was so deep inside; I didn’t even have to swallow.
I inhale deeply as he redresses. He smiles benevolently and reaches for a wash cloth to wipe away the spittle and puke on my chin. He brushes my hair gently with his fingers and then pats my head. “Good pet. You’ll learn to better please me. Lucky you, just looking into those fear filled green eyes makes me hard.” He undoes the gag and uses his thumb to wipe away my tears. This new side of him is jarring. I lean into his hand; I can’t control myself. I’m glad I made him happy. I tell myself I only want him to keep being nice, but deep down I know the truth. “Get on the bed.” I pause, reluctant to move. I knew this was coming, but I wasn’t ready. He motions toward the knife he had set down earlier. I get off my knees and dizzily stumble to the bed.
I lay there trembling as he gets totally naked. When his boxers are off, I start crying again. “Please don’t do this. I’ve never, you know…I can’t…”
“You can and you will my little slut.” He says sternly and he mounts me. He takes the leash and clamps away. I moan as blood rushes back into my nipples. I know the smart thing to do would be to stay still and let him have his way with me, but instinct kicks in. I start thrashing, but he is much bigger and his weight pins me to the bed. He uses his knees to spread my thighs even though I try to hold them together.
“WAIT! Re…” But he stops my words with his mouth. He is still pushing his tongue in my mouth and he opens me for the first time. As he pounds he stops kissing me and I moan and then scream. It hurts so badly. He wraps his hands around my neck, cutting off the blood flow and my screaming stops as I slip into blackness.
