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Click here"I'm sorry, master."
Smack!"You will do as I tell you. Now, move down a bit more."
"Yes, master."
I could feel the tip of his cock pressed against my bald pussy.
"Do you want master's cock?"
"Yes, I want master's cock. Please fuck me, master."
With a jerk, Jeff's engorged cock entered me from behind. I moaned loudly. I had not expected him to be so rough. He immediately started to pound me, enjoying the added tightness from the element of surprise. I felt his massive member pound my cervix. At first the sensation was painful, almost cramp like. But after a half minute or so I was getting used to his rhythm. He was stimulating my g-spot, and I found the walls of my vagina contracting. My moaning grew loud.
"That's right, slave girl. You are nothing but a whore. You love my cock, don't you slave girl."
A massive orgasm started within me. I could barely breathe, and I couldn't answer his question. Jeff repeated, "You love my cock, don't you slave girl?"
I managed to shout out, "Yes! Yes!" As my orgasm slowly subsided, I heard Jeff moan loudly. He grabbed my ass tightly. I felt his cock stiffen; I sensed warmth in my pussy as he slowly unloaded his seed within me.
Jeff laughed and he pulled away from me. "God damn, girl, you are quite the slut." I heard him pull his pants up and zip his trousers. "Turn around, pet," he instructed.
"Yes, master." When I turned around he was tucking in his shirt. Yes, he was fully clothed. I on the other hand, was only wearing thigh high stockings and heels. I looked into his cold, dark eyes, which were still checking me out. It was the look you might see on a cat's face as he finishes a tasty dinner. His smug face made felt sick. He had managed not only to outwit me, but to dominate me ... my mind and my body. Instinctively my arms crossed my chest. Even though I am tall, standing under him, I felt particularly small and vulnerable.
He laughed and commented, "Now I know the truth, Donna." It occurred to me that he had used my real name again. He continued, "You are nothing but a whore. My whore, Donna." He reached over my crossed arms and squeezed my right breast. "Get dressed, slut."
At this point, the bra was a goner. I slipped my pink silk shirt over my breasts, knowing that my nipples would be evident as I walked away. As I climbed into my thong, I felt his semen ooze out of my pussy. I slipped the skirt back on, finally feeling a return to normality. I slipped the remnant of my bra into my purse.
"Donna, Donna, Donna. You know what I think?"
I shook my head as if to say no.
"We will be reviewing invoices every Friday night. Plan on it, Donna."
As I headed out the door, I heard Jeff laugh one final time. "Maybe twice a week."
6:26. I passed the guard on the way out of the office building. By the smile on his face, I knew that he noticed my jutting nipples though the sheer silk top. Once outside the office building, I leaned up against the concrete wall and sobbed uncontrollably. Happy Hour with the girls was no longer in my plans for the evening. I would go home and take a long, soaking bath. I had to rid myself of his sticky semen, of the lingering smell of his cologne mixed with body sweat. I would make myself a cup of herbal tea. And then I would scour every web site out there for a new job.
- COMMENTS
JonnyZeldaover 11 years agoThis story was pointless. A woman was assaulted and nothing came out of it. Ordinarily I wouldn't make a point to complain, but as others have pointed out, it's not a bad story essentially. But it fails to come together, especially at the end, which if rewritten could have saved the story. I'm sure many who have read this come out of it feeling sorry for the girl (the crying is a serious buzz-kill), who seems to go through a quasi-sexual transformation that keeps her character interesting.
But the guy is so one-dimensional and tasteless (his hate for women is blatant and reminiscent of certain characters from The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, the name of which incidentally was 'Men Who Hate Women' in the original Swedish version), making him easy to hate or brush aside. The reader must be able to relate to every character in a story. Writing a story about rape and not being able to sympathize with the rapist is obviously a missed opportunity. We all know rape is bad. It will never be a good thing. But it can be on paper. There's a right and wrong way to write a rape story. This unfortunately is an example of how not to do it.
Anonymousover 14 years agoI'll never understand why so many people will mark down stories for their content when they don't personally find it erotic. Everyone has their own kinks and if people who look for porn on the internet can't understand that, then they're extremely hypocritical. I personally love all-out rape as a fantasy; as a woman, I get turned off when women change their minds halfway through and find it a tad insulting (not that I'd ever mark a story down for using the trope, mind).
This story was just what I was looking for, and it was nicely written - little details to bring it to life, not bogged down in unnecessary extras (this is porn, after all), and few enough grammatical errors that they were nonintrusive. Well done, and keep writing!
sengir_assassinabout 15 years agoI thought it was great. The overt themes of submission and domination, and the detail in which you wrote this was excellent and exhilarating. I hope you read this and start writing again.
Sure some people aren't comfortable with the way it makes them feel, but that's their problem.
PaperWingedFairyalmost 16 years agoI must agree with most of the people who have commented. Its well written but the underlying theme of rape was too strong.
But other than that I liked it.
