June's ordeal

[trio]

Teaser: "Oh, fuck," he grunted, his body tensing as he drove deep into her. June lay beneath him, her wrists locked tightly together behind her back, arching to escape the fullness of his invasion. She felt his cock throb as he emptied himself inside her, the sensation overwhelmingly foreign and unwelcome. Despite her efforts to remain silent, a whimper of pain and disgust slipped from her trembling lips.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: June's ordeal
Author: Trio
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June's ordeal

"Oh, fuck," he grunted, his body tensing as he drove deep into her. June lay beneath him, her wrists locked tightly together behind her back, arching to escape the fullness of his invasion. She felt his cock throb as he emptied himself inside her, the sensation overwhelmingly foreign and unwelcome. Despite her efforts to remain silent, a whimper of pain and disgust slipped from her trembling lips.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she began to cry once more, the salty droplets tracing down her cheeks and onto the pillow. He watched her with a twisted fascination, a sadistic smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ah, June," he murmured, his voice a gruff caress. "You're so divine around my cock." He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her ear as he whispered, "You're going to love the way I’ll make you feel." His words were a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her violation.

The tears fell harder now, her chest heaving with silent sobs. This wasn't how she'd pictured her first time. Not like this. Not with a man she didn't know, didn't trust, and certainly didn't want. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out, a spark of hope in the darkness that had engulfed her. But all she could feel was his weight on her, his cock hard and pulsing inside her.

Her thoughts drifted to the countless hours she'd spent in the library, surrounded by books and knowledge that had been her fortress. She'd prided herself on being careful, on never letting anyone too close, and now here she was, her body a battleground for a monster's whims. June had always been the one in control, the one with the answers, but now she felt so utterly powerless.

He noticed her tears and chuckled, his cock still buried deep inside her, his weight unyielding. "Look at you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Oh, I knew you'd be tight." He began to move again, pulling out just enough to make her gasp before slamming back in, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the quiet room. The pain was a living thing now, pulsing in time with the beat of her racing heart.

The memory of their meeting in the library earlier today played in a cruel reel through her mind. He'd had a disarming smile, a gentle way of speaking that had made her feel seen amidst the sea of faces. His eyes had held the promise of kindness, a respite from the isolation she often felt in her intense academic bubble. When he'd offered her a ride home, she'd been wary, but the rain had come down in sheets, and the thought of walking home alone had been unbearable.

The car ride had been relaxing, he'd talked of books and shared a few laughs that had seemed genuine. He'd told her about his grandmother, a sweet old woman who loved reading but couldn't make it out anymore. He spoke of the joy he found in bringing her books, the connection it gave them. June had felt a strange kinship with him, a kindred spirit in their shared love of the written word.

But when they'd arrived at “her” house, the charade had shattered. The moment the door swung open, he'd spun on her, his features contorted with a rage she'd never seen. He'd slammed her to the floor, his grip on her arm like iron, as he'd dragged her through the dimly lit hallway. The house was eerily quiet, no signs of life, no grandmother waiting for her precious books.

The fear had set in as he'd flipped her onto her stomach, his strong hands deftly manoeuvring the fabric of her clothes. Each rip and tear of material was a silent scream, a declaration of war on her autonomy. His movements were practiced, efficient, the motions of a man who had done this before. June's body trembled with the beginnings of a fight or flight response, but the cold, hard reality of the situation was that there was nowhere to go.

As he tugged at her shirt, the fabric tightened around her neck, and she felt the first twinge of panic. He must have noticed, for his hand shot to her throat, not squeezing hard enough to cut off her air, but just enough to make her understand that struggling would be a mistake. The message was clear: she was his to do with as he pleased. The initial shock had been too much to process, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and none at all.

His touch was methodical, cold, and precise, a stark contrast to the gentle way he'd spoken to her in the library. He peeled away her clothes with the ease of a serpent shedding its skin, revealing inch by inch the body she'd worked so hard to keep to herself. Each piece of fabric that fell away felt like a piece of her dignity being stripped with it. His eyes gleamed with excitement, a hunger that made her want to shrink into nothingness.

The second she started to protest, his hand would snake around her throat again, squeezing just enough to steal her voice, leaving her gasping and her eyes wide with terror. It was a silent dance of dominance, one she hadn't signed up for. The pain was sharp, but the fear was sharper, cutting through her like a knife. She learned quickly that fighting only brought more pain, so she stilled, enduring the humiliation of his touch, hoping it would be over soon.

Once he had her in nothing but her underwear, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs. The sight of them glinting in the low light was like a slap to her face. She realized then that this was no spur-of-the-moment decision. He'd planned this. He'd chosen her. The cold metal clicked around her wrists, the sound echoing in the quiet house like a gunshot.

With surprising strength, he lifted her from the floor, his grip bruising her arms. He carried her upstairs, his breath hot and ragged in her ear, whispering sweet nothings that only served to make her stomach churn. She was thrown onto a large, plush bed, the kind she'd always dreamed of owning one day.

Now, she lay there, her body feeling like it didn't belong to her anymore. She was just a receptacle for his sick desires. The room was bathed in shadows, the curtains drawn tight, making it feel like a prison cell. The smell of him was everywhere, a mix of sweat and something else, something dark and unsettling that made her want to gag.

He hadn't moved for a while now, his cock still buried deep inside her, soaking in her warmth and tears. He leaned down and licked the salty trails from her cheeks, savoring the taste of her fear and pain. This was the second time within the span of an hour that he came into her. "You're so delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I could do this forever." His hips began to rock again.

June felt his cock swell even more, a testament to his depravity. She couldn't believe he was still hard after what he'd done to her. Her body was his playground, and he wasn't done playing yet. The thought of him enjoying her tears made her stomach churn, but she couldn't help the way they fell. The sobs racked her body, each one a silent plea for this nightmare to end.

He began to move again, his hips rocking back and forth with a disturbing rhythm. The first time he'd entered her, there'd been a brief moment of surprise, a slight give as her hymen had torn. He'd paused, a look of triumph flashing across his face before he'd pushed all the way in. He'd used his own saliva to lubricate her, not caring about her pain or her virginity. It had hurt so much she'd wanted to scream, but his hand had been back at her throat, silencing her.

Now, as he pulled out almost entirely and slammed back in, she felt a new wave of agony, the raw ache of her body's betrayal. Her eyes searched the room, desperate for something to focus on, anything to distract her from the horror happening below. The walls were a bland shade of beige, the dresser drawers slightly ajar, their contents spilling out. It was a chaotic mess, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated control he had over her.

He leaned in, his voice a sickening whisper. "Listen, June. I'm getting a bit tired, but I'm still horny as hell. I'll make you a deal." His breath was hot against her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. "You ride my cock until I come, and I'll let you go." His grin was a macabre promise, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Deal?"

June's mind raced. Did she have a choice? She knew what he meant by "let her go." It was a temporary reprieve at best. But maybe, just maybe, if she played along, she could find a way out of this nightmare. She nodded, her throat too tight to speak.

With a smug grin, he rolled onto his back, his cock still erect and glistening with her juices. She felt a fresh surge of nausea, but she mentally prepared herself, pushing it down. Struggling against the handcuffs, she managed to sit up, her legs trembling. The man reached out, grabbing her hips, and guiding her over him. His grip was firm, his touch repulsive, but she complied, lowering herself onto his shaft.

He positioned her, his hands on her hips like a puppet master guiding his marionette. She felt him at the entrance of her ravaged pussy, and took a deep breath, trying to brace herself for the next round of agony. But as she began to sink down, she realized something had changed. The angle was different, the pain sharper, more focused. He was pushing into her ass.

June's eyes widened in horror. She'd never done this before, never even considered it. The thought of his thick cock stretching her in such a way was terrifying. She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding, his smile growing wider with her every protest. "Oh, you're even tighter here," he whispered, his voice thick with excitement. "I bet you've never had it like this either."

Her stomach churned as she felt the head of his cock breach her ass. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, the pain searing through her. His hands on her hips didn't waver, pushing her down slowly, inch by inch, until she was fully seated on him. The tears flowed freely now, mixing with the sweat that beaded on her forehead. She could feel him throbbing inside her, his pleasure only increasing with her pain.

He watched her face, a twisted grin on his as he began to thrust. "That's it, June," he encouraged, his voice a mocking purr. "Take it all, you little slut." His words were like a knife in her soul, twisting and cutting deep. But she had to keep going, had to find a way to survive this.

June's body felt like it was on fire, the pain from her ass unbearable. Her eyes squeezed shut, she focused on the feeling of the bed beneath her, the roughness of the handcuffs biting into her wrists, anything but the monster inside her. She began to rock her hips, trying to find some semblance of control in this hellish situation. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pain through her, but she gritted her teeth, determined to get through this.

His breath grew ragged as he watched her, his grip tightening, guiding her movements. "Yeah, just like that," he groaned, his hands roaming up her body to squeeze her breasts. June felt his fingers pinching her nipples, twisting them cruelly. The pain was a crescendo, building with every thrust, but she couldn't stop the tears.

The pressure on his dick was indeed enormous. He was surprised at how tight she was. Normally, he could go for hours, drawing out the pleasure, but her ass was something else entirely. It was as if she'd been made just for this, a perfect fit for his depraved needs. Despite his earlier climaxes, he felt the tension in his balls mounting again, the urge to spill himself into her anew growing stronger with every passing second.

Her movements grew erratic as she tried to escape the pain, but his grip was unyielding, his hips grinding up to meet hers, pushing her down onto his cock with every thrust. He could feel himself growing closer to the edge, his body tightening with the promise of another powerful release. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he fought to maintain control.

June's mind was a whirlwind of fear and pain, but she clung to the hope that if she could just make him come, he would leave her alone. She pushed down onto him, her muscles straining with every movement, desperation giving her the strength she never knew she had. His breath grew shallower, his thrusts more urgent, and she knew she was getting closer to the end of this horrific game.

Her eyes searched the room for anything that could be a weapon, anything she could use to fight back. But the room remained a prison of shadows, offering no escape. Her legs were trembling, the effort of keeping herself upright and taking his thick cock in her ass was taking its toll, but she couldn't give in, not yet.

The man below her was getting closer, his breaths coming in quick, ragged pants. She could feel his dick swell, the pressure increasing with every stroke. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn't notice the change in her movements, the way she'd started to bounce faster, trying to push him closer to the edge. His hands tightened on her hips, his nails digging into her skin, leaving little half-moon imprints.

With a final, guttural grunt, he came, his cum spurting deep inside her ass. The sensation was foreign, disgusting, but she felt a flicker of triumph. For a moment, she thought he might actually let her go, that the monster within him had been satisfied. But his grip only tightened, his cock still pulsing within her, as if he could feel the victory she'd hoped to claim slipping through her fingers.

He pulled her closer, his chest heaving with exertion, and she felt his warmth, his sweat, his very essence coating her. It was suffocating. He leaned in, his lips seeking hers in a twisted parody of intimacy. June turned her head, not willing to give him the satisfaction of tasting her fear, her revulsion. But his hand found her chin, forcing her face back to his, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss.

As his cock grew soft, slipping out of her, she felt the stickiness of their combined fluids, a stark reminder of the violation she'd just endured. She wanted to scream, to fight, but she knew it was useless. Instead, she allowed the tears to flow freely.

He leaned in, his eyes glinting with a strange mix of satisfaction and amusement. "Listen, June," he said, his voice a mocking purr. "We have one small problem." He paused, his fingers tracing the outline of her bound wrists. "You see, I've come three times now. Twice in your unprotected womb and once in that sweet little ass of yours."

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. The possibility of pregnancy was a horror she hadn't even considered. "But," he continued, his grin growing wider, "you haven't come once. And that, my dear, is unacceptable." He sat up, his cock already beginning to harden again. "Maybe you are now carrying my offspring. We can't have you unsatisfied, can we?"

"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "you promised." It was a naive hope, one that clung to the shreds of the person she used to be. A person who trusted in the goodness of others, who believed in the sanctity of her own body.

He just smiled, the kind of smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "But, June, giving back is part of the promise, isn't it?" His voice was smooth, like velvet over broken glass.

With a jerk, he slid out of bed, his semi-hard cock slapping against her thigh, leaving a wet trail. She felt a surge of revulsion and tried to turn away, but his hand on her arm was firm, his grip unyielding. "Come on," he said, his tone mockingly cheerful. "Let's clean you up." He strolled over to the attached bathroom, the floor cold under her bare feet. She stumbled after him, her legs wobbly, the handcuffs digging into her wrists with every step.

The bathroom was large, with a walk-in shower that had a glass door and walls. He turned on the shower, the sound of water hitting the tiles a harsh contrast to the silence that had dominated the room. The steam began to rise, filling the space with a warm, wet embrace.

With surprising gentleness, he guided her into the shower, his hands on her shoulders as she stepped over the threshold. The water was hot, almost scalding, and she gasped as it hit her bruised and tender skin. He stepped in behind her, his tool pressing into her back as he reached for the soap.

He began to lather her up, his hands gliding over her body in a way that was almost tender, if not for the cold steel of the handcuffs that bound her wrists and the horror of what had just transpired. The soap smelled faintly of sandalwood, a scent that would forever be tainted by the memory of this night.

As the water cascaded over them, mixing with her tears, he washed away the evidence of his brutality, his touch both gentle and firm. His hands roamed her body, tracing her curves with a disturbing reverence. June closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the warmth of the water, but every touch was a stark reminder of her powerlessness.

"June," he said, his voice a low purr, "now it's your turn. Wash me, like a good girl." He turned her around, the handcuffs clinking against the shower's chrome fixtures. She stared at his body, noticing the bruises she'd left on his arms from her desperate attempts to push him away. His eyes searched hers, and she saw the challenge, the twisted game he was playing with her mind.

He stepped closer, "There's only one part of my body that's dirty," he murmured, his smile turning into a sneer. "Don't you dare bite me," he warned, gripping her chin. "If you do, I'll slam your head to the wall so hard that all your book learning will spill out onto the floor."

June looked down, her eyes wide with horror, and knew what he meant. He was going to force her to give him oral sex. The very thought made her want to retch, but she knew she had to play along. If she could make him come once more, maybe he would let her go.

Her knees hit the tiles with a painful crack, the handcuffs cutting into her skin as she struggled to balance herself. He stepped closer, his cock still limp, the water cascading down its length. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice low and demanding.

June felt bile rise in her throat as she complied, her mouth opening just enough for the tip to slip between her lips. He tasted of sweat and something else, something dark and bitter. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the task at hand. If she could just make him come, maybe this would be over.

He watched her with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, as he grabbed the back of her head. The handcuffs rattled against the shower wall as she struggled to maintain her balance, the water stinging her eyes as she fought to keep them open.

The man felt his dick grow in her mouth, the sensation of her soft lips and the warmth of her tongue wrapping around him making him groan. He took the bar of soap and began to wash his body, his muscles flexing as he scrubbed away the grime of the day. Each stroke of the soap brought him closer to his next climax, his excitement building as he watched her work.

Her cheeks hollowed as she took more of him in, her eyes watering from the sting of the soap and the effort it took not to gag. His grip on the back of her head was tight, but she was determined. June had read about this in books, had heard whispers of it in the hallowed halls of her school. But she'd never imagined it would be like this, her first time.

He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, and she knew she was doing something right. His thoughts drifted to the way she'd taken to his cock so eagerly earlier, her mouth a warm, wet haven of pleasure. It was surprising for a girl like her, a bookworm with the innocence that practically screamed 'virgin' from every pore. But she had a mouth that was made for this, a mouth that knew just how to coax the most exquisite sounds from a man. It was a delightful contradiction, one that made his cock swell even more.

But then, as he watched her struggle with the task, her eyes watering and her cheeks flushed, the reality of what he'd said earlier hit her. She could be carrying his child. The thought was a punch to the gut, a cold, hard truth that stole the breath from her lungs. Panic flooded through her, a sudden, overwhelming wave that made her pull back, her eyes wide with horror.

He grabbed for her, but she slipped from his grasp, her knees giving way. The handcuffs clanked against the shower floor as she fell, her body colliding with the cold, hard tiles. The water pummeled her, the heat forgotten as the cold terror took over. "No," she whispered, shaking her head, her eyes wide with fear. "No, no, no."

The man's smile turned to a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he bellowed, reaching for the shower handle. The water cut off abruptly, leaving them in a steamy silence that was only broken by the sound of her choked sobs. He yanked her to her feet, his grip like a vice around her upper arm, his nails digging into her skin.

He dragged her out of the shower, her body slippery and trembling. She stumbled and kicked, trying to break free, but his strength was too much. With a snarl of frustration, he grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around her, pulling her close and trapping her arms at her sides. "You little bitch," he spat, his breath hot in her ear. "I said suck my dick."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the towel tighten around her, the fabric rough against her skin. He hoisted her up and carried her back to the bed, slamming her down so hard that the air was forced from her lungs. Her head spun, the room tilting around her. Through the fog of pain, she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs being unlocked.

Before she could move, he grabbed the corners of the towel, tearing it away and revealing her trembling body. He threw himself onto the bed, his movements swift and violent. June's eyes searched the room for anything she could use to defend herself, but all she saw was the same beige walls and the shadows that danced with her fear.

With surprising strength, he pushed her legs apart, his eyes gleaming with a sick excitement. "You want to play games?" he hissed, reaching into the drawer of the nightstand. The sound of him rummaging through the contents made her stomach clench in terror. When his hand emerged, it was holding a set of leather cuffs.

He tied her wrists to the bedposts, one at a time, stretching her arms out like a starfish, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. The cold metal of the handcuffs was replaced by the soft, yet unyielding, embrace of the leather. She felt the mattress shift as he climbed onto the bed, straddling her. The smell of him was everywhere, a stench of lust and dominance that filled her nose and made her want to gag.

He sat on her chest, his cock close to her lips, the head brushing against them with each of his movements. His weight pressed down on her, making it difficult to breathe, a stark reminder of his power over her. "Now," he said, his voice low and menacing, "finish what you were doing."

Trembling, June took his dick back in her mouth, her throat tight with fear. The taste of him was bitter and wrong, but she forced herself to ignore it, focusing instead on the task at hand. She moved her head, taking him deeper, trying to find a rhythm that wouldn't make her gag.

He groaned, his hands moving to her hair, guiding her movements. Then, with a suddenness that took her by surprise, he pulled out of her mouth, his cock slick with her saliva. "I've got a better idea," he said, his voice thick with lust. He tugged her down the bed, her body sliding easily on the damp, sweat-soaked sheets.

With a sadistic twist of his smile, he positioned himself behind her head, his legs straddling her shoulders. "Ever done a sixty-nine?" he asked, the question almost a taunt. She could feel his gaze upon her as he waited for her response, the anticipation in his voice palpable. June's stomach rolled with a mix of fear and disgust, but she nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

He shifted, his weight pressing down on her, and she felt his cock slide against her cheek, the sticky wetness of his arousal leaving a trail. He guided her head back until she was staring at his crotch, the reality of her situation stark and undeniable. With a grunt of effort, he positioned himself, the tip of his cock brushing against her nose.

"Open up," he said, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. She hesitated, her mind racing, trying to find a way out of this, trying to find the strength to fight back. But she knew it was futile. With a trembling sigh, she opened her mouth, allowing him to push his dick back inside.

His hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he began to rock his hips. The leather cuffs around her wrists cut into her skin as she struggled against them, but she knew better than to resist. His pleasure was the only thing that mattered now. The pain was a constant, a backdrop to the horror show playing out before her.

He lowered himself, his cock sliding down her cheek until it was poised at the entrance of her mouth again. His eyes never left hers, a twisted thrill in their depths as he watched her struggle. Her pussy was a sight to behold, a little battered and bruised, but still as rosy as a peach.

He leaned in, his fingers parting her swollen folds. He took his time, savoring the way she squirmed beneath his touch. The anticipation was delicious, a sweet agony that only made the eventual conquest more satisfying. When her little clit became visible, he couldn't resist. He put his mouth around it, suckling gently at first, feeling the way her body tensed.

The feeling was foreign to June, a sudden spark of pleasure that ignited amidst the pain. She'd been taught that her body was a temple, that the act of bringing oneself to climax was a sin, a dirty little secret to be kept hidden. But now, as his tongue danced against her most sensitive spot, she couldn't help but feel the beginnings of something she'd never experienced before.

Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch despite her mind's protests, the pain was going away, being replaced with something else. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pushing herself closer to his mouth. A soft moan escaped her, muffled by his cock that still invaded her mouth. She felt his smile against her thigh, the vibration of his satisfaction. He knew he had her, knew that he could make her body sing even as he continued to brutalise her.

His fingers delved deeper, playing with her ass and pussy as if they were toys made just for his amusement. He was meticulous, exploring every crevice, every hidden spot that could give him more control over her. His tongue danced around her clit, flicking and swirling, creating a symphony of sensation that she had never before experienced. The pleasure grew, a slow burn that she hadn't even realised she craved.

Her body responded to his touch, her hips moving in rhythm with his mouth. The feeling was confusing, a stark contrast to the pain and fear that had dominated her for what felt like an eternity. But there it was, pleasure, weaving through the agony like a silver thread of hope. She felt her walls begin to quiver, the beginnings of an orgasm building within her.

His tongue was sending bolts of sensation straight to her core. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the only thing anchoring her to reality the thick cock still filling her mouth. She had no idea what was happening, her body a traitor to her mind. All she could do was keep sucking, keep working him with her mouth, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this monster would leave her in peace if she did as he asked.

And then, suddenly, she came. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, an explosion rocking through her body that she couldn't control. Her legs tightened, her toes curling, and she sucked harder, desperately trying to keep his attention on her mouth as her body betrayed her. He could not take it, he had to pull back, unable to take the intensity of her climax, it was too overwhelming. He watched her, his eyes gleaming with triumph, as she continued to quiver and shake, her whole body seemingly in the grip of some kind of seizure.

He climbed off of her, his cock pulsing with his own need. The sight of her, bound and helpless, her body shaking with pleasure despite the horror of it all, was intoxicating. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and fear, a big smile playing on her lips. She didn't know what was happening, didn't understand why her body was doing this to her, but the orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of sensation crashing over her like a relentless tide.

While she lay there, trembling and panting, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand. She was so lost in her own world that she didn't even notice. The camera app opened with a soft click, the screen coming to life, casting a glow over her flushed face. He took a few pictures, capturing the moment in high resolution. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. It was a stark contrast to the bruises that marred her body, a testament to his power over her.

He climbed back on the bed, his cock still hard and demanding. But instead of the roughness she'd come to expect, he pushed into her with a gentle pressure, his movements slow and deliberate. It was as if he were savouring the moment, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him.

At first, she didn't notice the change in his demeanour. She was too focused on the aftershocks of her forced orgasm, the tremors still rippling through her body. But as he slid into her, no more pain. His hands found hers, linking their fingers together, his grip tight.

Her eyes flew open as she felt his mouth on hers again. This time, it wasn't a demanding, brutal kiss. It was gentle, almost tender, as if he were trying to apologise for what he'd done to her. And, against all reason, she kissed back. It was a kiss filled with confusion and fear, but also a strange, desperate need for human connection. Her mouth moved against his, her tongue tentatively exploring his mouth.

He took the cue, his hands moving from her wrists to her face, cradling her as he deepened the kiss. His dick moved in her oh so gently, and with every small movement, she felt the storm rising up again. But it was different this time, the sensation not one of pain but of something... more. The walls she'd built around herself began to crumble, the fear and revulsion giving way to something new, something she didn't dare name.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she gave in to the feeling, her body moving in rhythm with his. The leather cuffs, once a symbol of her captivity, now felt like the only thing grounding her in reality. His hands roamed her body, his touch no longer cruel, but almost... loving. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, words that would have made her cringe days ago but now seemed to resonate deep within her soul.

The orgasm that followed was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her pussy clamped down around his cock like a vice, the muscles contracting in a symphony of pleasure that sent waves of ecstasy through his body. His own orgasm was close now, the head of his dick pulsing with every beat of his heart. He could feel it building in his balls, the pressure growing with every thrust.

Her tongue was darting in his mouth, her moans muffled by their joined lips. Her body was a writhing, squirming mess of pleasure, and he revelled in the power he had over her. He felt her swollen clit against his shaft, begging for more, and he gave it to her, his hips moving faster, harder.

But suddenly he stopped, his body frozen above hers, his cock pulsing with need. "I don't want this to end," he murmured against her mouth, his breath hot and ragged. He pulled almost completely out of her, his shaft glistening with their combined juices. The sudden emptiness was a shock to her system, and she whimpered, her body aching for more.

Her eyes searched his, pleading. "Please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Take me. Make me yours." The words seemed to hang in the air, a stark contrast to the ones that had been torn from her earlier. This time, they were a plea, a willing surrender to the dark, twisted game he played so well.

He stared at her, his expression a mix of surprise and triumph. He'd broken her, claimed her in a way no man ever had. But as he looked at her now, bound and begging, something inside him shifted. The power dynamic had changed, and she had become something more than just a plaything.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, feeling the softness that contrasted with the harshness of the leather that bound her. His hand stroked her cheek gently, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. In that moment, he realised that he didn't just want to use her, to take her and discard her. He wanted her to want him, to crave him in the way he craved her.

Her mouth was open, inviting, and he took it, his tongue sliding against hers in a dance that was both gentle and urgent. She didn't fight, didn't resist, and that only fuelled his desire more. He could feel her breath against his face, the heat of her body beneath him, and he knew that she was his. He was in control, but she had a power over him that he hadn't anticipated.

As he kissed her, he began to move his hips again, sliding his cock back into her pussy with a slow, deliberate motion that made her gasp. It was a gentle invasion, a stark contrast to the brutality of their earlier encounters. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of fear, of the fight that had once been there, but all he saw was a dazed acceptance, a willingness that sent a thrill of excitement through him.

He reached for the leather cuffs, his fingers fumbling with the buckles. The sound of the restraints clicking open was like music to her ears, and she felt a surge of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he was letting her go. But instead of releasing her, he brought her hands to his chest, pressing them against his skin. She felt the rapid beat of his heart, the warmth of his body, and she gripped him tightly, her nails digging in.

The man slowly picked up the pace, his eyes never leaving hers. His movements were deliberate, almost tender, as if he were trying to show her something, trying to make her understand. Her body responded, her hips moving in time with his, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. The pain had faded away, replaced by a desperate need for something more.

Her eyes never left his as he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that was almost sweet in its urgency. The bruises and the pain had faded into the background, replaced by a white-hot need that consumed her. Her nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons of white in his skin. They were making love, a few minutes of utter bliss.

And then he was there, his eyes going wide with the force of his climax. He slammed into her with a final, desperate thrust, his body shaking with the effort to hold back. But he couldn't, the dam burst, and he came with a roar, his warm seed filling her up in a way that seemed to echo the way he'd filled every corner of her mind. It was a strange, bittersweet moment, a mix of fear and pleasure that washed over her in a tidal wave of sensation.

Her own orgasm was instantaneous, a response to the feeling of him coming inside her, marking her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt her body clamp down around him, her muscles pulsing as she rode the wave of pleasure that crashed through her. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of red in their wake. Her moan was muffled by his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she milked him for every last drop.

Their bodies remained connected, both of them panting and trembling from the intensity of their shared climax. The room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing, which grew slower and more even as the minutes ticked by. He looked down at her, his eyes searching hers for some sign of what was happening between them.

June lay there, shivering in his arms, feeling the weight of his body pressing her into the bed. The orgasms had taken everything from her – her innocence, her sense of self-worth, her certainty about the future. Who was she now? A victim? A participant? What was she going to be when this nightmare ended?

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Hi, I'm Mike." His voice was different now, almost tender. It was as if he was trying to make up for the horrors he'd inflicted upon her. She didn't know how to respond, her mind still reeling from the whirlwind of pain and pleasure that had just torn through her body.

With trembling legs, she let him kiss her one more time, the taste of him still bitter on her lips. Then, finding a reserve of strength she didn't know she had, she pushed him away gently. His eyes searched hers, looking for a hint of what she was feeling, but she kept her face a mask of stoicism.

Slowly, she slid out from under him, her body feeling both sticky and cold at the same time. She walked to the door, her legs wobbly, and paused to look back at him. He was still lying there, his cock limp and glistening, the picture of satisfaction. She couldn't help the disgust that bubbled up in her chest, but she pushed it down, focusing on the task at hand.

She went back down. Her clothes lay scattered on the floor, a sad testament to what had happened here. She picked them up, one by one, her movements mechanical. The fabric was torn and stained, but she didn't let herself think about that. She had to get out of here. She had to get home.

As she dressed, she heard his footsteps on the stairs, heavy and deliberate. She turned, expecting to see anger or perhaps more of that sick excitement in his eyes, but instead, he was wearing a pink bathrobe, looking almost... concerned. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice softer than it had been before.

"I'm going home," she said, her voice shaking slightly. She didn't dare look at him, focusing instead on the door that represented freedom.

Mike looked at her, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. "What do you mean?"

June took a deep breath, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I mean, next time you decide to invite a girl over, maybe start with a simple coffee date. You know, get to know each other before you jump straight to the heavy stuff." She tried to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, but it was a losing battle. The rage bubbled just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over.

Mike stared at her, his expression morphing from confusion to anger in the space of a heartbeat. "You think this is a fucking joke?" he snarled, his hand clenching into a fist. For a moment, she thought he was going to hit her, and she braced herself for the blow. But instead, he just stood there, his chest heaving with his fury.

June took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "No, I don't think it's a joke. But I'm not going to stay here and be your little fuck toy." She didn't recognise the strength in her voice, the defiance that had taken root in the face of his dominance. It was as if the orgasms had given her a newfound courage, a will to survive that she hadn't had before.

Mike's hand unclenched, the anger dissipating as quickly as it had come. He took a step towards her, his eyes searching her face for something, anything that would explain this sudden change. "You don't understand," he said, his voice almost pleading. "This isn't just about sex. It's about power, about control. And you gave that to me."

June didn't dare look back as she left the house. She could feel his eyes on her, but she kept moving, her thoughts racing. It's not that time of the month, she repeated to herself like a mantra. She couldn't be pregnant. She couldn't be. The thought was too much to bear, a horror on top of the horror she'd just endured.

Her legs felt like jelly as she walked down the street, her clothes sticking to her body, his cum slowly dripping out of her, a humiliating reminder of what had happened. The cold night air was a slap in the face, jolting her out of the haze of confusion and pain that had taken over her thoughts. She had to get home, had to get help.

And then she saw him, the blue lights flashing in the distance. A police car. Her heart pounded in her chest, the fear of what Mike might do if he found out mixing with the hope of salvation. She forced herself to move faster, her feet slapping against the pavement as she approached the vehicle. The officer looked up, his eyes scanning her, taking in her disheveled state.

"Miss, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

June didn't know how to respond. Was she okay? She felt anything but. She looked down at herself, the torn dress and the bruises that were already starting to form, and she knew that she had to tell the truth. "No, I'm not okay," she whispered, the words barely audible. "I was... I was raped."

The officer's expression hardened, and he was out of the car in an instant. "Come with me," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We'll get you to the hospital." She nodded, too stunned to speak, and followed him to the backseat of the car.

At the hospital, June was met with a flurry of activity. Doctors and nurses swarmed around her, asking questions she could barely answer through her tears. They took her to a private room, where a female doctor began to examine her, her touch gentle and professional. The doctor spoke in calm, soothing tones, but June could hear the anger in her voice as she documented the bruises and abrasions that covered her body.

They took swabs and samples, scraping under her nails where Mike's DNA was sure to be. They took her blood, checked for sexual transferable diseases, checked for signs of pregnancy, and thankfully a few days later she was told that there was non of that. It was a small mercy in the face of everything else that had happened, but it was something she could hold onto. Her mind raced as she lay there, feeling violated all over again by the cold, sterile instruments, but she knew it was necessary.

The weeks and months that followed were a blur of police interviews, therapy sessions, and a court trial. June faced Mike in the courtroom, her voice shaking as she recounted the nightmare that he had subjected her to. His gaze never left her, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and something she couldn't quite place. Was it regret? Remorse? Or was it just the thrill of seeing her in pain again, of knowing that he had broken her?

The verdict was swift and sure: Mike was sentenced to nine long years behind bars for the crimes he had committed. June felt a strange sense of relief wash over her, tinged with a dark satisfaction. He would pay for what he had done to her, for the way he had stolen her innocence and left her feeling like a dirty, used-up thing.

But amidst the horrors of that night, something unexpected had grown. In the months that followed, she found herself drawn to the darker side of her sexuality, the places Mike had forced her to explore. It was as if he had unlocked a part of her that she never knew existed, and now she couldn't go back.

Her relationship with Dan had always been platonic, but now it was on fire. The intensity of her experiences had changed her, had made her crave things she never knew she would. The love between them grew stronger, fuelled by a newfound passion that neither of them had expected. They talked openly about what had happened, and together, they turned those dark moments into something beautiful.

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This is my first story. Please tell me what you think.

[Shocker]

Welcome to the Academy, such a lovely way of making an entrance.

I really liked the story, I read it before, but you might have used a different username then.

[joey]

First story? I'm currently trying to get my first together and if I can do half the job you did here I'd be more than satisfied. Heck of an effort and I liked the ending.

[Shocker]

First story? I'm currently trying to get my first together and if I can do half the job you did here I'd be more than satisfied. Heck of an effort and I liked the ending.

Joey let me give you a piece of advice, and as unsolicited advice goes feel free to ignore it. When it comes to take the plunge of writing a story, write something that satisfies you, something you feel happy about of having seen that movie in your mind. Don’t worry about if it meets anybody else’s kinks or preferences, if you enjoyed writing it that is good enough.
Don’t edit forever, to get perfection, write and publish. Then the dreadful waiting will start, the question has anybody read it, what do they think etc. Believe me when I tell you that has not changed for me in the years I’m doing this not for the first, the tenth or 50th story. People are smart enough to know that and are hopefully giving feedback. Each and every positive feedback is giving an incredible good feeling. You are likely also going to see negative feedback, make sure to look at them for constructive criticism, all the other one s you can simply ignore, because you enjoyed what you wrote.

[joey]

@Shocker Thanks much for the advice and for taking the time to give me a few pointers, I need them. Will keep plugging away.

[trio]

Hey, thx for your feedback. I had this story on my drive for some time now, but I haven't posted it anywhere. Maybe subconsciously I "borrowed" some ideas from someone else, but I promise, this one is original. Still happy that you like it.

Welcome to the Academy, such a lovely way of making an entrance.

I really liked the story, I read it before, but you might have used a different username then.

[trio]

I have written many stories, but I never published anything until now. I love these kind of fantasy stories. I would never, ever do anything like it in the real world. I am writing one now where someone is offered a slave only the become enslaved into the web of a skilled manipulator. Fun stuff, only far from my normal life and my personal values.

I just have a very strong imagination. And there is another good advice here, stop rewriting your story. Stupid mistakes can slip in below the radar. Just have fun. I think most of the feedback I read here is positive and well balanced.

First story? I'm currently trying to get my first together and if I can do half the job you did here I'd be more than satisfied. Heck of an effort and I liked the ending.