Rape Stories

Warning!

Heather Meets the Vile Gamer

by Heather

Have you ever known life to imitate art? Or at least what passes for art? I have. It happened to me. I'm still not sure how much of it I'm responsible for. Maybe all of it.

Perhaps you've read my short story, "The Taking of Heather"? It's a completely fictional tale based on my twisted fantasies and originally written for an online friend as a bedtime story--or so I told him. Yeah, it was all cute and teasing and harmless at the time. The story has made the rounds over the Internet since then and has even been posted to a newsletter. Mostly I send it to people I meet online who have similar fantasies. Once again, harmless. We're all fairly anonymous in cyber-space. Even sending pictures doesn't cause any harm.... or so I thought.

I met Chuck online after reading a story he wrote called "The Vile Gamer". Like "Heather", it was also written in first-person form.... except it was told from a rapist's point of view--it was like a chilling look into his mind. The bragging, ironic tone almost read like a manifesto. I thought it was very descriptive and quite good it was unfortunately posted to a site of the worst written rape stories I'd ever read. This one was definitely different. I could tell this guy had real talent so I clicked his email link at the bottom of the page and sent simply two words, "Great Story!!" I was pleasantly surprised a few days later when he replied.

We corresponded frequently after that, and even chatted real time thru an instant messenger service. Everything was very friendly and "normal". We seemed to have many of the same interests. Of course I sent him "The Taking of Heather". I was dying to know what another writer would think of it. He said it was wonderful. We were a mutual admiration society of two. After seeing my picture posted on my web page he flattered me further by informing me that I would be the subject of his next "Vile Gamer" story.

Ok, so we clicked, but we didn't realize just how much till we did our first role-play. His writing talent was evident as we did a scene similar to the one in my story--villain breaks in and ravishes the unsuspecting and stoned heroine. It was similar in setting but different as well. Although he didn't terrorize her with phone calls first (a touch I picked up from horror movies), Chuck's villain had more of a vicious mean streak than my Dark One. The things he wrote shocked and thrilled me at the same time. I could actually feel my heart racing at his words. I played off of his lead perfectly (so he said later) and the result was an intensely satisfying drama.

After our role-play our chats became darker--more focused on our shared fantasies. He vowed to find me someday and make it all real. I suppose I should have been scared--or at least more cautious, but I didn't take him seriously. Why would I? I mean, the guy lived several states away and had a life.

I didn't help matters at all. In fact I made things worse--I know that now. I sent him many pictures of myself in various sexy poses and states of undress. No nudes, but several of them may as well have been. He particularly liked the ones of me gagged. I was even so bold as to record and send him sound waves of myself trying to beg and scream while gagged. Why did I do it? I suppose it gave me a thrill knowing I was turning someone on from far away. The thought that he was looking at my pictures and listening to my waves and fantasizing about me made me feel desirable,....beautiful.

His reactions to the things I sent him were more than satisfying. The internet is truly a paradise for teases.

Unfortunately there was a price to pay, and I was about to pay it....big time.

Every once in a while I go to the movies alone. It probably seems strange to some, but to me it's a wonderful escape. Without a companion it's easy to lose myself in the story and turn off all other thoughts. My husband hates going, and never seems to mind when I go, so when things get to be too much and I need to get out of the house and chill for awhile it's time for movie night.

Sometime in the middle of that week while Chuck and I were chatting, I told him about my movie nights and how I was due for another one. He asked me casually when I was ''"�"����{wsokg''"

"Well, I hope you're careful not to be seen."

"Oh sure. I park way in the back so I can see all the traffic and I've never been caught yet", I bragged.

"What kind of car do you drive? I hope it's not one that draws a lot of attention."

Oh how casually and cleverly he slipped that question in. Without any trepidation at all I answered that it was a dark blue Bonneville and didn't really stand out that much.

"Be careful..." he wrote, " You could be abducted someday".

I typed a big LOL to that and moved on to another subject. Before the conversation was over, he asked what I planned to go see. His interest in this didn't bother me at all. Why would it?

I didn't see him online again for the rest of the week, but there really wasn't anything unusual about that. Often we'd go for days without catching each other online.

Saturday night finally came. It had been a really hectic week and I was very much looking forward to my little escape and being off the next day. I didn't change clothes; just wore what I'd worn to work that day--dress pants, a light low-cut sweater with sleeves that end at the elbows and my low black heels. Underneath, I had on my red bra, black panties and black thigh-high stockings. Lately I had taken to wearing sexy underthings because they made me feel sexy. Sometimes it's a real spirit-booster.

I pulled into the parking lot around 9 p.m. The movie wouldn't start till 9:30 so I had plenty of time to smoke my other little spirit booster. I proceeded to do just that while keeping my eyes peeled for cops or nosy people. It was so pleasant to just sit there smoking and listening to the radio. After I felt sufficiently high and relaxed, I put the roach in my little tin box and lit a cigarette. The movie would be starting in about 15 minutes. I planned to finish the cigarette, park a little closer, then stagger inside and grab a seat.

I remember that a song I liked a lot was starting to play and I reached down to turn it up. When my eyes lifted there was a car cruising very close to mine. It circled me once, then parked right next to me I could see the lone driver--a man with dark hair and dark eyes--staring at me, which made me uncomfortable but not scared. Mostly I was just glad I'd finished my joint.

The man got out of his car, still staring at me. He was handsome...tall, lean but with muscles. I averted my eyes and thought maybe I should put the driver's side window back up. I always keep it up while smoking the weed so passers-by don't get a whiff, but after I'm finished I put it down so the smoke can escape and I can smoke my cigarette without choking. My hand moved toward the button that moves the window up and down electronically, but I was a beat too late, because suddenly his face was in my open window.

Smiling at me he said, "Hi Heather".

I nearly fainted...you see it was just like my story. Heather is my online name.

I opened my mouth to say something lame like "who are you?" but I knew good and well who it was. Only an online friend would call me Heather, and only one online friend knew where I would be this night--and what time and what color car and that I was stoned and muddled. Jeez why didn't I just send him a map and an engraved invitation while I was at it?

Before I could even begin to utter the stupid question on my lips I heard a loud click and was horrified to see a pearl-handled switchblade in his hand. He wasn't overtly threatening me with it--at least not yet. He was still just looking at me--looking me up and down in fact--and holding it lightly and casually in his hand as though it were nothing more threatening than a pencil. My eyes could barely leave the wicked-looking blade. One look at his eyes was even scarier. They were so dark and cold. I felt rooted to the spot...almost hypnotized...frozen with shock and fear.

His next words were spoken in a low and menacing voice that made my blood run cold.

"You're not going to see any movie tonight, you teasing little bitch."

I gasped at being spoken to this way by somebody I thought was a friend, but before I could protest he snarled, "This is what you're going to do. Get out of your car real slow, get into mine and don't make a sound. If you scream I swear it's the last sound you'll ever make Do you believe me?"

Stunned into silence, I nodded absently. What the hell had just happened? The sudden terror was so unexpected. I'd been feeling so mellow and at peace only 20 seconds ago...

My eyes shifted to the keys still dangling from the ignition. My brain desperately tried to shout a message to the rest of me....TURN THE DAMN KEY!!! PEEL THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!! Yeah, easy for my brain to say. I couldn't even move I was so scared. I mean, he was still in my window...his face only inches from mine...and there was that blade....that sharp gleaming blade. Any sudden moves on my part and I could just imagine that blade whipping across my throat....

He either noticed where my eyes were looking or he read my mind, because even though I hadn't moved a muscle he said "Don't even think about trying that. I'll slice your fucking throat right here cunt. Trust me, you'll never have time to even reach that key. Wanna try it?"

I felt my throat closing....tears welling up in my eyes. My breathing had become too rapid and was sounding ragged and screamy in my own ears. Here was the mind-numbing, muscle-contracting fear that I was so fascinated with while safely spinning stories and roleplays on my computer. This was it. The real thing. So this is what it feels like, I remember thinking at one point. So this is what it's like to be really afraid. At the moment the only fantasy I longed for was one in which I'd stayed home that night.

I kept praying this was some kind of sick joke on his part and any moment he'd crack up laughing and say "Gotcha!!" or something. That hope was fading fast. But I had to talk to him. I mean this was Chuck! My pal!! The guy who was so friendly and flattered that I'd liked his story. Surely he was just a regular person like me who happened to have a twisted fantasy or two. Didn't we all? Nobody acted on them!

"Chuck?", I managed to gasp out. "Chuck...c'mon....you're just kidding ar-..." my words were cut off sharply as he yanked my car door open..

"Shut the FUCK UP you stupid BITCH!! Do what I SAY....NOW!!"

I knew that once I got out of my car and into his I would be in big trouble. Completely at his mercy. But what else could I do? He was too close for me to get away and with the threats he'd made, it appeared I was already in big trouble. My only hope it seemed, would be to do as he said, then maybe I could reason with him before things got too far out of hand. Yeah....right.

I could feel my lips trembling as I looked up at him...trying to plead with my eyes since he wouldn't let me speak.

He glared at me. "Now bitch....OUT. We have somewhere to go. Things to do. Heh hehehehe"

Still looking up at him piteously I tried again. "Please...", I whimpered, "don't do this"

Suddenly he had a painful grip on my arm and was pulling me out of the car. I really couldn't believe this was happening. I was damning myself for choosing such an isolated place to be parked. But then I always parked in the isolated spots on these occasions.

"You're starting to piss me off honey. You don't want to do that".

Would he really murder me in this public parking lot if I screamed or tried to run? I realized that if he was crazed enough to come all this way for me then he was capable of anything. Before I could debate with myself further on the matter, I was already inside his car...having been rudely shoved into the passenger side and landing on my butt. In a flash he was slamming his own door and starting the engine. My fate was sealed now and I knew it.

Feeling totally defeated for the moment, I huddled in the seat as far against the door as I could get, crying in fear and utter despair. He kept looking over at me and snickering. Touching my hair....my face. Crooning and sneering at me in turn.

This was just too much. I had to try again to reason with him. With a great effort I attempted to get my voice under control.

"Chuck....P-please....can't we please just talk for a minute? Please listen to me"

He turned to me grinning.

"Oh...time to beg huh? Ok let's hear it then! This should be good". As though whatever I had to say was only for his amusement. But it was my only hope.

"I.....I thought we were friends", I heard myself say in a shaking voice.

"Oh sure. We're about to get real friendly!" he leered.

"NO!! I mean.....why? Why are you doing this to me? You're scaring me....and ...and you're nice!! I know you are!" I could hear myself start to babble in my desperation. I really wasn't doing a very good job of getting out of this.

"Why??" He laughed outright, "WHY?? Remember all those sexy pictures? The wavs?"

I could feel my face burning, remembering how I enjoyed doing that. How exciting it was for me knowing I was turning him on.

"Besides", he added, "stop acting so shocked. You told me where you'd be tonight, what time, where you park. Hell, girl...you even described your car to me. You want this, slut. You know you do".

I think my jaw dropped when he said that. Yes, I'd told him these things, but how could I know he would actually travel just to find me? Somehow that made my situation even worse. What chance would I have of talking him out of this when he went to this much effort to make it happen?

"NO!!" I said loudly. "we were just talking!!"

"Dumbass bitch!! You knew I'd come looking for you someday. I told you I would....and you made it so easy!"

Tears were overtaking me again as I continued to protest.

"I didn't know you were serious! I didn't KNOW!! We....we....it was all in fun! Oh please Chuck, I don't want this ok? I really DON'T! I'm sorry you misunderstood but please just stop this now!! Take me back to my car ok Chuck?? PLEEEASE???" I was pleading desperately....my words coming too fast, my voice trembling and teary. He was shaking his head and laughing like I'd just told a hilarious joke. My heart sank.

"You're too much! You know that? You really thought you could just keep teasing me like that? What am I? A fuckin toy you like to play with?" I shook my head but he continued. "Well fuck you bitch! You're the toy tonight. My own little fuck toy. I'm gonna play with you however I want. Just remember, bitch....this is your fault."

As we continued to speed toward whatever destination he had planned, I sank further into my seat with my hands over my face....covering my eyes in shame and horror. Oh Christ, I thought....what had I done?

**********

The rest of that car ride was surreal. I have no idea how long it was. He began leering at me again--touching me again as I cringed; touching my breasts and between my legs with one hand while he drove. He was torturing me with threats of what was going to happen to me when we got stopped....

"Yeeeaahhh....oh baby you're gonna get a fuckin allright. I'm gonna fuck you so hard......everywhere. Your mouth, your pussy....that tight little ass....ohhh, you're mine now bitch".

Stunned and terrorized by his words I barely moved, just trembled all over, wailing things like "Ohhhh shit!! oh God oh NOOO!"

"Shut the fuck up cunt, we're almost there."

I looked around, wondering where he was taking me. I saw a hotel sign looming ahead. I allowed a slight hope to shine thru the muddled fear. There were other people at hotels.....if I could just get somebody's attention....

"Listen up bitch cause this is what's gonna happen." His hand snaked out and grabbed my face, wet with tears. "I'll be parking right in front of the room--only a few feet to walk. We won't draw as much attention that way. Now when I get parked you just keep your ass in that seat till I open your door for you--real gentleman-like. Don't forget my blade either. I swear if you try to run or make one damn sound I'll slice you on the spot. Got it?"

I nodded, sniffling...trying hard not to panic.

He smiled again, looking pleased. "Good slut"

When we were parked he paused to look me up and down again.

"You're going to be so much fun....damn I can't wait" The look in his eyes scared me so bad.

Suddenly he was out of the car and moving rapidly to my side. The door opened and I realized there would be no more chance to run. I was too scared to try screaming. I don't even know if a scream would have made it past my closed throat. He was gripping my arm again as he led me the few feet to the door. Within seconds we were inside.

The bottom truly dropped out when he shut and locked the door. What little control I had left deserted me as I felt hysteria closing in.

He was advancing toward me, a predatory look in his dark eyes and an evil smile on his handsome face. I was backing away from him, aware of just how little space there was to back into. I was shaking my head, whimpering...."Nooo....no please. Chuck please don't....NOOO!!!" Soon he would pounce like the damn animal he was, then God help me.

When I could back up no further and he was inches away from me, I suddenly kicked him as hard as I could in the shin, then dashed madly for the door. I couldn't help but feel a small bit of satisfaction when I heard a startled, pained curse as the slightly pointed toe of my shoe connected, but oh god if he caught me....

"OWW!! OH YOU FUCKING NO-GOOD BITCH!!!", I heard him yell as I grappled with the doorknob--in my panic I seemed to forget it was locked. Oh I was batting a thousand tonight. Breathing way too hard and too fast I finally found the lock and was fumbling with it as I heard him cursing and stomping after me.

Before I could make any progress with the lock, I gasped as I was yanked painfully backwards by my long hair. Spinning me around he began slapping me hard across my face. I felt my lip split and tasted blood. He slapped me repeatedly while I shrieked--hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue. He pulled me further into the room, away from the door, and stopped slapping me long enough to give me a hard shove which sent me sprawling onto the bed. Then he was on me, holding me down while I continued to howl in pain and fear.

"SHUT....UP!!!" I heard him growl between clenched teeth. Then I heard that ominous click again, and for the first time felt the sharp blade against my throat. My struggles and screams ended abruptly.

"Bitch, do I have to kill you after all? DO I???"

Reduced to whimpers once again, I pleaded for my life.

"NO!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry no please don't kill me!", hitching back a sob, I continued, "I was just scared...oh please Chuck don't kill me, don't hurt me anymore!" I think I kept saying his name to remind him of his humanity or something, but it didn't work.

"Are you gonna be a good whore now?" he queried, while putting more pressure on the blade at my throat.

"Yes", I croaked

"SAY IT!!" The blade was starting to break the skin. In his fury he was pushing it harder.

Hysterically I cried out, "YES!!! YES I'LL BE A GOOD WHORE!!"

He then made me say I was a filthy cum-slurping slut and that I wanted his big cock. Finally with great relief I felt the knife leave my neck and my hands went there automatically to feel what damage had been done. There was a little blood, but luckily the cut didn't appear to be deep.

My humiliation wasn't complete just yet. He pulled me off the bed by my hair and flung me to the middle of the room. I stumbled, but managed not to fall.

"Now get em off", he commanded.

I stood there shaking, not quite comprehending, which pissed him off some more.

"Are you deaf now as well as dumb?", he snapped. "Strip Bitch!!"

One look at his face told me not to argue. Feeling numb now, I quickly pulled my sweater off as if I were at home--undressing in my own bedroom after a long day. Oh dammit how I wished I were there! Hesitating only a moment, I then undid my pants, my face burning from both the embarrassment and the recent slaps.

"Go slower slut!", he bellowed.

For the first time I glared at him. He laughed.

"C'mon, don't be in such a hurry. I'll fuck you soon enough. Let me see what you've got first".

"I hate you!!", I hissed, "I'll never talk to you again!" Pretty lame, I know, and probably really stupid as well, but he just laughed, amused by my outburst.

"Just do it slut"

Not really sure what he wanted, I slowly pushed my pants to the floor and stepped out of them. When he saw my thigh-highs he whistled with approval.

"Yeah honey, leave those on. You really were expecting me huh? With your whore underwear" Mocking laughter followed.

I didn't even bother to argue as I looked at him with dull hate. Slowly, without any more prompting, I removed my bra next, then my panties...all the while trying not to hear his wolf whistles and comments about my body.

He'd sat on the end of the bed sometime during my strip and now that I was nude save for my stockings and heels, I stood still as he stared.

"Come here"

I trembled harder, but knew better than to refuse. Slowly I moved forward till I was standing in front of him. He picked up my red bra from the floor nearby and turned me around, pulling my wrists together behind my back, binding them together tightly with my own bra. Turning me back around to face him he started pushing me down by my shoulders.

"On your knees where you belong whore" I let myself sink to them while he was pushing me and nearly lost my balance.

I knew what was next and I couldn't look. When I heard the sound of his zipper, I closed my eyes tightly and kept them closed while I heard him undressing. They flew open again, startled when he grabbed me by my hair once again. I gasped to see his huge, swollen weapon right in my face. While gripping my head firmly by the hair, he pulled my face closer and began rubbing it on my lips. I couldn't move my head, but my lips were clamped together. I knew that wouldn't help, that he'd get it in there eventually. But every part of me was crying out at the outrage and disgust I felt at what he was going to make me do. I was desperately fighting back tears--I musn't cry!! If I cried I knew I could suffocate. Oh god I knew I could suffocate anyway, crying or not.

"Open up Bitch", he let go of his dick and once again I felt the knife at my throat. That did it. Not wanting to get cut again, I quickly obeyed. With no hesitation he shoved himself forward. My mouth was being forced open as wide as possible to accommodate the sudden invasion. Don't panic, oh don't panic oh please oh god please let this be over with soon...I kept repeating this in my head, trying to stay calm.

"Ohhhhh....yeaaahhh Slut. Suck it....suck it gooood"

Odd that he should say that, since sucking isn't exactly what I was doing. There was nothing I could do but endure as I was subjected to an oral rape of terrible brutality. He stood, his legs apart somewhat to get better leverage I suppose, and dropped the knife as he clutched my hair in both hands. Holding my head helplessly still this way, he begain thrusting into my mouth hard....going deeper with each cruel shove. I could feel my throat trying to gag as the head of this horrible weapon battered it with every forward thrust of his hips. My jaw muscles began aching badly. I couldn't try to back away since he was holding my head in place so firmly and my hands were tied so tightly behind my back.

I was given a brief few moments of relief when he pulled out and began rubbing his saliva-wet cock all over my face. I was gasping in as much air as possible, and it was a good thing I was because the assault on my mouth and throat were only just beginning.

He shoved his hateful instrument of torture into my mouth again, but instead of the frantic in and out plunges of before he gripped my head even harder and pushed and pushed till I felt him entering my throat. My air was now cut off. Panic closed in as he held it there...no out strokes, just in and in as far as he could push it.

"Aw yeah bitch. Take it all! Swallow my big cock! Heheheh...you look so fuckin cute with your nose smashed against me like that...your mouth all full"

With that, he jerked forward again even harder than before. My body began to thrash from lack of air. Cruelly, he laughed even harder at this and said, "I wonder how long you can hold your breath?"

Finally he drew out enough so I could snatch a quick breath, then plunged forward again--even deeper down my throat this time. I was sure he'd kill me as he picked up an even more furious pace than before, pistoning in and out of my mouth and throat as hard as he could--not caring at all how much it hurt me...not caring that I couldn't breathe. Never had I felt so insignificant, so used. I was nothing during those torturous moments. Nothing but a hole to be abused. All I could do was try to keep my head and pray he'd finish soon.

Finally I felt his body stiffen as he let out a harsh cry and shoved into my throat one last time--harder than ever--and held it there as his cock began to jerk. A sudden rush of liquid was filling my throat and flowing straight down. My body was convulsing as my abused throat tried to gag in protest. Frantically, I forced my throat to swallow while it was desperately trying to cough it up. With his steadily-shooting hardness still buried in there I feared I would choke to death for sure if I didn't allow his disgusting fluids to go down.

"Ahhhh...YEAH!!", he was shouting. "Swallow every drop, Whore! That's what cunts like you have a mouth for".

Oh, the awful bastard! He truly was vile.

When he finally withdrew, I was horrified to see he was still hard...still huge. The angry weapon was far from finished with me.

He released my hair and I fell to the floor. I lay there on my side--coughing, breathing--it felt good to just be able to breathe again. He was standing over me, also breathing hard--no doubt from his brutal exertions. My eyes were closed. I didn't want to see any more....ever.

When he spoke again it was with a grudging admiration. His voice was almost kind.

"Damn baby....you got a hot little mouth on you there. You did good. You might live to see another day after all!"

I refused to speak or even look at him. He bent down and suddenly scooped me up--one arm under my knees and the other around my waist.

"Come on. Daddy's got a reward for you."

He carried me that way to the bed and laid me almost gently on my back--my bound wrists under me.

"Please...", I whimpered, "please....no more"

"Aw, you'll like this. I know I will!"

Rudely he gripped me between the legs and I gasped as one of his fingers slid roughly into me.

"WET!", he declared, and laughed with delight. "God damn, girl, you're SOAKED!"

Yes, I knew that and it wasn't fair. Whenever I went down on my husband I always got wet--his groans and sighs turning me on immensely. That was normal. But why the hell was I wet now? I didn't enjoy the brutal face-fucking I'd just lived thru. Nor did I want this terrible man to touch me. So why?? I didn't even want to think about why--or why the nerve endings in my nether regions were tingling so much.

Chuck, of course, had his own theory.

"You want it, don't you baby? You want me to fuck that sweet pussy don't you?"

Again I glared at him. I raised my head and felt my lips curl into a snarl.

"NO!!!", I nearly shouted. "I fucking HATE YOU you sick motherfucker!!!"

I really couldn't help it--he was just so goddamn smug.

SLAP!! My head was knocked back down to the bed by another blow.

"Lying Bitch!" he spat. "Fine, say what you want, but this cunt of yours can't lie".

Quickly he was on me, spreading my legs, shoving himself forward till I could feel his hated tool at the private entrance to my body--pushing, probing, stretching. All the tears I'd held back during my last ordeal flowed freely as I felt every inch of him filling me...splitting me.

"Ohhhhhyeahhhh baby.....so sweet", he was crooning as I sobbed. I wasn't really crying out of pain or even fear this time. I think my tears were of heartbreak. I remember feeling more defeated when he entered me this way than anything that had happened so far. I mean, the face-fucking nightmare was no more intimate than any violent attack--and it was bad enough, but now this beast had invaded my very womanhood. Even if he stopped right now, it was too late. He'd stolen something from me that could never be returned.

I desperately tried to block out thoughts of my poor husband while this animal began thrusting and churning inside me. No other man had ever touched me since before we got married. Tom had no idea what deviltry I'd been up to with this online "friend", and never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined what was happening to his wife right now. He was probably chatting happily online, or watching tv...enjoying his time alone and waiting for me to come home from the movie--still high and giving my giggling review of what I'd just watched. I could never ever tell him about this night. I prayed he would never find out. It would break his heart. I swore silently that I would take the events of this night to my grave.

Chuck had been filling me with long, slow but steady thrusts--making that shameful tingle inside me intensify and spread. Despite my tears, my agonizing thoughts of Tom, and the pain in my arms, shoulders and wrists from having them still bound and underneath me, an unwanted pleasure had begun building in me and was growing. I was truly mortified--especially because the bastard knew this.

"Haaaahhh....oh yes...cum for me doll", he coaxed as his thrusts steadily picked up speed, making that hateful wave of pleasure build even higher.

"Oh,...Oh...Ohhhhh...uh uh uh ....uh uh....uuhhhhh", I could hear those unmistakable moans and coos that herald an approaching orgasm escaping me, encouraging him to go even faster...harder. NO!!, my mind was protesting urgently. I can't possibly cum! Not like this...not with him. But the way he was playing my body, the way he was moving, as if he knew what it liked...no brutality this time, just hot hot fucking....was pushing my senses over the edge. The sonofabitch was deliberately pushing me to a powerful climax.

Grunting and grinding in me, he began shouting encouragement.

"Do it bitch!! Uhhhh....cum on me! Cum on my cock ....ahhhhh yes my little whore..."

WHACK WHACK WHACK went the headboard as it began hitting the wall...sounding out a rhythm of lust.

"AAAAAHHHHhhhh...Ohhhhh...UUUHHHHH...." , my helpless cries of shameful passion were mingling with his groans and curses...

He paused his steady rhythmic pounding long enough to seize my legs, pushing my knees apart further and sliding his arms under them...using his weight to shove them against my chest. This new position allowed even deeper penetration than before and he soon resumed his frantic pace.

There was no hope of holding out now. The orgasmic waves that had been lapping at me as they grew higher became a tidal wave of sensation. My body stiffened suddenly as if electrocuted. My back arched...my head thrashed from side to side....my helpless cries of building passion became gutteral, animal-like shrieks as every nerve in my sex exploded and radiated signals of bitter pleasure thru every limb. Indeed every inch of my captive body was engulfed in that tidal wave as I writhed under the onslaught.

Dimly I could hear my rapist's howls of triumph and growls of pleasure as my dramatic climax began pushing him over the edge as well. Harder than ever he pounded his lust into me till he too, stiffened ..then gripped me even tighter as I felt his hot rush of sperm shoot inside me.

Releasing my legs, he collapsed on top of me and laid there while we both panted and gasped for breath. Nothing was said for quite a while. The intensity of the encounter had stunned us both. Slowly he moved off of me, laid on his side and began caressing me while staring at my face...into my eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts.

"Would you please untie me now?" I whined. My arms were really killing me. He nodded, still looking stunned, and pushed me onto my side, my back to him. After some fumbling, he got my bra unknotted and my hands were finally free. I hissed in pain when I pulled them away from my back and began rubbing them.

Chuck pulled me against him while we still lay on our sides, and was holding me and snuggling against me spoon-like. Unbelievable.

"Damn baby!", he was whispering, "Oh wow.....that was so....ahh Christ, you're really somethin' else".

Anger and hatred welled up in me again--they'd never really left, but had been momentarily drowned out along with everything else in the throes of the mind-blowing orgasm he'd forced on me. But I still hated him...fiercely. Just because we'd both experienced what may have been the most powerful cum we'd ever had, after everything he'd done to me, ...what the hell was he expecting? Sighs and romance??

I suddenly broke his embrace and got off the bed. He looked at me, startled. I looked back at him as I stood there, my eyes as cold as his had been before, I'm sure. The hatred in them had to be obvious.

"I'm going now", I declared coldly. "Don't bother taking me back. I'll find my way." I couldn't bear to be in his company another second, and surely he was done with me. As it turned out, I should have at least pretended some affection..

"THE FUCK YOU ARE!!", he shouted furiously. Jumping up from the bed, he grabbed me by the arms and shook me hard as he continued yelling at me.

"Bitch, you don't fuckin leave till I THROW you out! You got that?? DO YOU?"

Oh god...I'd done it now. Whatever nice mood raping me had put him in was gone now and the animal was back.

"You don't WANT me to be nice do you? You fuckin TRAMP!"

The last word was delivered with another hard slap, and I slumped in his grip, sobbing again.

"I just want to go home!!" I cried.

"You might never go home again, slut!" He began laughing then--a harsh, menacing sound.

"W-what?" My head jerked up in horror as I looked into his face. Was he going to kill me then after all?

"Yeah, I just might keep you with me as my own personal fuck-slave." He began warming to the idea. "That would be so fuckin cool ...I could keep you chained up in my basement. Maybe get a dog cage for you. Fuck you whenever I want. I've read about how to break a slut....always wanted to try it.." He was grinning...looking dreamy-eyed as if he were really getting into the awful notion of keeping me like some kind of pet.

"Chuck...please don't say that!" I began to beg. "You....you....oh god...you can't just keep me forever! Don't do that to me....I have a family!" I was crying harder as I pleaded.

"Oh, I know. When I got tired of you I could probably sell you. You know, there really is a market for sex slaves. You just gotta know how to find a buyer. Shouldn't be too hard these days. What with the internet and all. Hell you can find anything there".

Continues in Heather Meets the Vile Gamer II