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Annie
The restraints cut into my wrists. Because they were ropes, it felt like if I could just twist far enough, pull hard enough, the give in the rope would be enough for me to get free – somehow!
And it was too late. Cole moved to the front of the bed, looked at me, and said something about it would be better for me if I lay forward over the bed.
I screamed at him. I called him every name I could think of. I begged again.
He watched. He waited. He tapped the cane against his free hand and walked behind me.
"Shhh, Annie," he said. "This is going to happen."
I heard the sound of the thing being pulled back and I screamed.
I heard the sound of the thing whistling down at me and I couldn't breathe. I held my breath, my eyes screwed shut tight.
And the world lit up again, pain like I'd never felt slicing through me, the cut and the thud and then, even as my heart rate sped into crazy speeds, I felt the secondary explosion as the pain from the cut and thud spread into something white hot and unbelievable.
I couldn't stop screaming.
"That was one," Cole said and leaned over me. The ball gag went easily into my wide open mouth. He fastened it behind my head with no problem. My legs fought to kick him. My arms to free myself. My head whipped around uselessly my hair tangling in the snot and tears.
I heard the cane rise again and heard it come whistling down and then there was pain, a second time, a third, a fourth, a tenth, a twelfth and then I couldn't count, I couldn't think, there was nothing but pain that just kept coming until I fell forward onto the bed, my arms jacked up hard behind me, my shoulders screaming in pain from the ropes, my ass and legs a fiery mass of so much pain.
Something starting inside me. Something that had just survived. Something that understood there had been three dozen blows with a thick hard cane and that something else thick and hard was pressing against me and the ball gag was slipping from my mouth, pulled out in a fall of spit and blood where I'd bitten my lip.
"Say yes," Cole's voice breathed.
Not that consent meant a fucking thing.
"Say yes," he said.
"Or you'll do more."
"No."
"…yes."
He slid inside me. He was hot and thick and hard and enormous and I screamed with that as well, screamed as his body pressed up against my ass, rubbing the stripes the cane had left on me. I screamed as pleasure and pain warred inside me.
I heard him make a sound, heard him moan as he pressed hard into me, then he was fucking me, so hard my legs bounced off the low rail that went across the end of the bed, my clit grinding against the wood. He reached around and fingered me there, making me suck in breath again. I couldn't stop crying, couldn't seem to catch my breath, and still the heat was building inside me, heat starting to radiate out through my body.
"Not yet," he growled and I didn't know if he meant him or me but thought neither of us had much control over that tonight. His hands left my clit and went up to my breasts, grabbing hard, squeezing, pinching, pulling and finally slapping as hard as he could with the angle he was at.
Coupled with the pounding it drove me over the edge. I felt everything inside me start to throb. My pussy clenched around him and he gave a strangled Oh, my god! And I felt him go rigid and hard and still before he started pumping again, coming hard even as I came screaming. He came hot and hard, filling me, leaving me hanging limp when he pulled out, my own orgasm only just starting to edge away.
For a second neither of us moved. Something ran down the back of my leg but I didn't know if it was come or blood and I didn't care.
Finally he ran one hand down my back, which was wet and cold and aching. "You stupid little bitch," he said.
And walked away and left me hanging there.
