Previously:

A firm thrust, and I gasped as he penetrated, sinking deep with ease into my creamy passage. I dug my heels into the mattress as he paused above me, bracing myself for the powerful thrusting to follow...

* * * * *

For a long moment he paused inside me, then slowly began grinding his hips against mine in a circular motion, making me whimper as his cock stretched my inner walls. He went from slow circles to slow thrusting, the room silent except for his grunts and my gasps as he rode me; once or twice he chuckled as a particular movement had me crying out in pleasure.

It was almost a relief to feel him probing inside me, after all that his fingers had done to bring me to orgasm. Thick and hard, every inch of him pressed against my inner walls, keeping me as wide inside as the scarves kept me open on either side of his muscular thighs. Sliding against me, he had me squirming around him each time he pulled away, teasing me by pulling back until only his cockhead was inside me, once pulling out completely.

“You want it back, baby?” he asked, pressing his tip against my entrance. “You want me back inside, do you?”

“Yes...yes, please...”

“How much of it?”

“Ahhhnnn...please...I need it...all of it...put it back...”

“Hmmm...let's see...” He pushed against me until his cockhead popped into me, then paused, “Are you sure?”

“Yessss...more, please...”

“And you won't mind if I come inside you?”

“N-no...please...ohhh...please...fill me up...”

“Whatever you say, baby,” he said, ramming into me so that his cockhead crashed into my cervix, making me bolt off the bed. It felt so good to have him inside me once again, and I clenched down on him as he pulled back, wanting to hold on to his maleness.

The relief was short-lived, however. He began riding me with a fierceness that surpassed that of his first act of rape, when he had been eager to tear into me and make me his sex toy. Apparently he felt that since I had had my release, there was no need to keep me aroused while he satisfied himself.

He pounded into me for what seemed to be an eternity...as in the previous acts, time seemed to hold still, as if to cooperate with him in prolonging the pleasure of thrusting into my helpless body for as long as possible. His passion was the more violent for having been held back so long; a man not easily satisfied, it seemed that this time, he was determined to make this our longest coupling yet.



As he neared his climax, I felt my body moving, rocking in time with him, trying desperately to keep up with his demands. In the end, I exploded once more beneath him, just seconds before he erupted in a tremendous climax, flooding my passage with gouts of semen.

Once it was over, he showed no hurry to leave me, planting small kisses over my face and breasts while he softened inside me.

“Who would have thought a virgin could be so hot,” he murmured, licking at my nipples.

“Excuse me, but you took my virginity a long while ago,” I responded tartly, as I tried to lie perfectly still under him. “Or should I say, you've raped me enough to destroy any virginity I had left.”

“True,” he chuckled. “Feeling you around me, fighting back...damn, that felt so good. Then seeing you orgasm, over and over again...feeling you squeeze all around me...that was great.”

“How long do I stay tied up?” I asked, swallowing hard as I felt him hardening inside me.

“Maybe a little longer,” he said, rising up on his elbows. “I find that...you're too good...too leave alone...”

He started thrusting into me as I lay still beneath him, too exhausted from our earlier coupling to respond to his body. I took long, deep breaths to steady myself as he completed the act, a process that took endless minutes of steady pumping until at last he emptied his balls into me.

He pulled out quickly after that, then lifted his body from mine and moved off the bed. Donning his robe, he untied my limbs from the bed, and I winced as I moved my arms and legs into their usual positions. There was a soreness between my legs that made me catch my lip in pain as I sat up, and suddenly I was caught up in a powerful embrace; as his arms held me secure, he kissed me, hard.

“You're mine,” he said roughly, when he let me go. “Don't you forget that. I'll do any damn thing I want with you, and you'll learn to love it.”

Then he pushed me back onto the bed and abruptly left the room, leaving me shaken to the core.

.../to be continued