I was telling this story to someone a few days ago and thought I should divest myself of it, incredible though it is, about being raped twice by this bastard and then somehow falling into a relationship with him that lasted 2 ½ years, until he left me!!!!

This was back in 2009 at a party at a friend’s house. There were a lot of people there and all drinking pretty good since it was new years eve.. including me… And noticed this guy who I did not know was eyeing me pretty good… which in all modesty I was not surprised about since I had dressed for success…

I wore a tight white one piece dress with a low neck line, high hemline and knee high white boots and to top it off had put on some sparkling body lotion… yeah, he was eyeballing me and once I locked eyes with him… well…

It was a big house and after about 10 minutes of small talk and another ten of making out up against the stairway banister with him getting to know me pretty damn well, if you know what I mean, he grabbed my hand and led me upstairs…

It was a big house, which he knew surprisingly well, we found a guest room which was un occupied… Well the make out took off like a rocket from there and I was a little tipsy, I admit, but he was not at all.

In maybe two minutes he had me bent over the footboard of the bed, slid my dress up over my ass and hips and yanked down my white silk thong! My head was a little fuzzy from the booze but I heard his belt buckle and zipper and tried to turn around but he grabbed my long auburn hair and shoved my head forward painfully, pushing me further over the footboard and spreading my now trembling legs with his own…

No! I said, I don’t wan… he cut me off in mid sentence yanking my head back by my hair and growled in my ear, Yes you DO! And you’re going to get it, NOW! And I DID!

I screamed as he shoved his rigid cock into my admittedly moist and ready pussy, but he grabbed my throat and pressed cutting off my cry, which probably would not have done me any good anyhow with all the noise from the 40 or so people all over the house!

He took his time and enjoyed me as tears rolled down my cheeks and I cried with every thrust! And he slapped my round, naked ass and brutally mauled my firm, large breasts and I cried in pain, but it just made him harder, but with every brutal thrust I could feel myself becoming more aroused! Especially as his big, strong hands brutally assaulted my tits! No! This can’t be happening I thought, but a moment later I shuddered and cried out as I Came!

He felt and heard my climax and growled, Oh Yeah Bitch, just Like That! He drove harder into me saying, You complain but you also cum when I’m Fucking you! Just like all the others do!

Oh Please! Just finish… Finally, he filled me with his final savage thrusts and then held me there for a couple minutes groaning with satisfaction and said, You sure are a Good Nut!

He released me and my body slumped onto the bed as I cried into the blanket… He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt and zipped up his fly and just said, Enjoy the party, and walked out closing the door behind himself…

I pulled myself together after a few minutes and took some tissue from the nightstand and dried off my pussy and my thighs and ass from his eruption into me… I packed my pussy with some more so it wouldn’t keep oozing out and pulled up my thong smoothing down my dress and wiped my face and my eyes…

Ten minutes later I was downstairs with a drink in my hand like nothing had happened, because in my mind, it hadn’t… I looked around but didn’t see him and half an hour later I left and headed home…

Full disclosure now, this was not the first time that I had been Raped… When you have a life style like mine with men and women tying you up and taking their lust out upon your body you will often have someone who goes too far or invites their uninvited friend or forces you to do something that you would never do and even as a bondage whore, still would not agree to, so they force you… So, no, this was far from the first time I was raped, which was why I just brushed it off and moved on.

So, several weeks went by and it was a Friday in early February, I had just gotten home from work and pulled into the garage and parked my little car, I hit the button to close the door and got out and as I did, I nearly ran into the same bastard from the party!

He had been waiting and slipped inside the garage after I drove in! My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t even scream as the big door rolled down behind him, sealing us inside. But before I could say anything he grabbed me by the throat and squeezed hard as his other hand grabbed my arm, Lets go inside, he said, wrenching my arm painfully behind my back and half lifting and half pushing me forward into the house proper…

I struggled but the toes of my pumps were just barely on the floor as he shoved me forward and bent me over the kitchen table. He released my throat and I gasped but his hands wrenched both of my arms around high up between my shoulder blades and tightly tied my wrist cross each other with parachute cord.

I talked to a couple of your friends, and they told me that you are a Bondage Whore! No! No Please! Don’t do this!   I cried but within 30 seconds my wrists were tightly bound together high up between my blades, the pain was wrenching, and he looped more cord up over my shoulders pulling my arms even further up and then pulled the line back around to tie off back at my wrists. The pain was incredible, like my shoulders would pop apart at any moment!

He pulled me up and spun me around and I noticed right away, and so did he, that tied like this with my arms pulled painfully back that my breasts were straining my crisp, white, buttoned blouse… He smiled and just said, Well! And tore my blouse open exposing my 34-D’s in their lacey white brassier as I screamed with shock and fear… Nice!! He said, admiring the way my orbs rose up out of the top of their cups and shook with my struggles!

But then he grabbed my throat again and squeezed cutting off my breath, but we need to shut up that fucking screaming he said, I’ll bet you’ve got all kinds of things to do that, being the Bondage Whore that you are, don’t you! I gasped and nodded slowly…

He released my throat and I gasped for breath as he reached around me and grabbed my bound wrists and yanked me painfully up to the toes of my pumps and I squealed in pain… Oh you Do like to make noise, don’t you? He said, well, We’ll take care of that in a couple minutes but first let’s get rid of this pencil skirt, hiding that great ass of yours…

He unzipped the back and pulled the skirt down over my firm, round ass and let it drop around my ankles exposing my ass, my white lace thong and the lacey tops of my nude thigh highs… Yeah, that was what I’ve been dreaming about the last month… he said slapping my cheek hard with his free hand!

I squealed in pain and then whispered, please… but he just yanked my arms upwards as pain shot through my shoulders and I cried out again… all right, I’m tired of listening to your shit, let’s go bitch! He said pushing me towards the stairs as he yanked my arms up with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other…

He propelled me across the living room towards the stairs with the toes of my shoes barely touching the carpet… I knew it was worse than useless to try and beg him, it would just make it worse so up the stairs we went with his other hand sliding across my cheek and into the crack of my ass where his finger pushed the g string into my anus as I gasped in shock and he said, Get used to it baby…

He shoved me into my bedroom and slammed the door shut behind us… The next dozen hours I endured his not so gentle attentions and we got to know each other more than I ever wanted to know anyone…  

On towards morning he was lying next to me, he had pulled my naked, tightly bound body onto my side so that my bound and bulging tits, now purple from so many hours tightly tied laid painfully against his naked chest and his finally half-mast cock caressed my bound thigh, my arms were still bound behind my shoulders and the throbbing was a dull roar of pain with my hands long since dead and numb…

You are such a great fuck, we should make this a regular thing, he said as he brushed my hair away from my tear filled eyes… What? He must be joking… You’re a bondage whore, and I love whores in bondage, he continued, we’re the perfect match… and I just cannot get enough of you, he said rubbing his fingers across the panel gag that shoved a big, hard ball deep in my mouth to stifle my pained cries… Is he serious, I thought…

I gotta go take a shower, he said getting up, his hard, muscular body looming over me and his semi rigid organ swinging in the dim light. You just lay there and think about it while I’m gone, he said walking past me and giving my exposed, naked cheek a hard swat eliciting a pained cry from me, I hope you come up with the right answer when I get back… and he disappeared into the bathroom…

I didn’t want to think about what he would do to my helpless, bound body if I came up with the wrong answer! And so began a not so beautiful 2 ½ year relationship!

Then one hot night in mid-July as he was stroking his thick, hard organ deep into my ass as my bound and gagged body was driven into the sheets with each savage stroke he casually announced, “this is it baby!” At first I thought he meant he was cummings but as he continued fucking my ass he added,” We are through!”

My face was still buried in the sheets as he finally thrust hard and long into me and filled me with his hot seed with his normal loud, animal grunts. He shoved me off of his organ and down onto the mattress, his offering seeping out of me onto my ass and bound thighs.

But you are a great Fuck! I’ll say that about you. But I have found a little blonde with even bigger tits than you and ten years on you, so… And that was it!

 I suppose that in the end we both got what we wanted, he got a woman to be, victimized,  to bind and abuse and pump his seemingly endless lust into, and I got someone to tie me and fuck me, which in the end, was what I always want…