Then he hit her again. This time this was not just a mere slap. This time it really hurt. This time Donna could taste blood in her mouth.
“Open up fucking NOW, whore!!!!!”
He pulled her head towards himself. Donna resisted with all her strength.
No, Lord, please, just not that, please, no, I don’t deserve this.
“I see I have to remind you just who’s calling the shots here, whore!!!”
Suddenly a sharp pain in her left temple, just above the blindfold.
He pressed the blade into her skin. Donna felt a thin cut appear. Then blood followed.
“You want to walk around the world with only one eye from now on? You want that? Answer me!!!”
Donna sobbed. She tried to control her breathing.
“nnnno… no.. please… no…”
“I thought so. Then open your fucking mouth before I poke that fucking eye out.”
Donna was defeated. She knew she was. It didn’t make her feel any better to know there was no choice. She relaxed her jaw muscles.
Dear Lord, why why why why…
“That’s it, whore, that’s it.” The man’s voice radiated pleasure. “Open wide. No need to tell you that, should you happen to bite me or do something similarly stupid, you’re not going to live to see your kids again, is there?”
Donna shook her head. No. She was defeated.
The man grabbed her head with both hands and inserted his penis into her mouth.
“Let’s see what this cock-hungry momma can do for me here after all the tease and promises.”
Donna opened her mouth as wide as possible, to accommodate his hard, throbbing penis. Her husband was very fond of her oral skills and she loved giving him pleasure this way, but this… this was different. The man wasn’t interested in her giving him a blowjob. The man was not interested in her technique, let alone pleasure or emotions. The man was only interested in using her. The man simply held her head in place with his strong hands and fucked her face. He fucked her deep and hard, breathing heavily along the way.
“You like that cock, bitch, eh? You like it? You ever had it in your throat, eh?”
His hips worked harder, as his swollen, hot cockhead worked its way down her mouth cavity and into her throat. Donna pushed her head back and into the pillow as much as she could but his hands wouldn’t let her back away more than few millimetres. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was his to be used. To be used, humiliated and fucked.
The man pulled way back before slamming inside once again. His cock penetrated her throat. Donna gagged. He backed away again, only to stick it down her throat again, deeper than before, more savagely, more brutally.
Donna was choking all over again. But this time it wasn’t his hands on her neck. This time it was his penis penetrating her throat, making her gag and choke and struggle helplessly.
The man would pull it out completely and rub it against her face. Donna could feel her own spit and his precum getting smeared across her skin. Then he’d just stick it back in again, moaning from pleasure and calling her rude, horrible names.
“You love this shit, whore, eh? I bet your hubby never got this special brand of deep treatment, eh? Imagine his joy when you demonstrate to him your freshly honed deepthroating skills. In that little moment of family joy, please remember the guy who taught you all you needed to know about pleasuring the man.”
He pushed in savagely, again. His cock penetrated her throat deeply, as his balls slammed into her chin. Donna cried a horrible, muffled scream of pain, fear and shame. Her nose was buried into his pubic hair and all of her air was cut. Instead of pulling out, the man left his cock inside, keeping Donna’s head firmly in place. She struggled, she tried pulling away from him, she tried everything short of biting into his penis. She was fighting for air, fighting for her life, fighting against the red mist in front of her eyes, but with no success.
Only mere moments before she fainted, the man pulled out. Donna coughed and inhaled greedily, spitting mucus and saliva down her chin.
“Nasty shit, eh? I love it, Donna, I love seeing just how fucking helpless you are. You are a whore that deserves every kind of sick and depraved treatment one can think of. And I know you deserve every fucking bit of it. In fact, I am pretty sure you like it, hell, you should be paying me for this shit.”
With these words he pushed his penis in again. And this time around he kept her nostrils pressed together tight. Donna’s whole body thrashed in helpless struggle for life and air. The bed made noises but other than that, it was a silent proceeding. The woman moaned deep moans of mortal fear and pain. The man moaned deep moans of pleasure.
“You fucking bitch”, he said as he pulled out again, rubbing his penis against her forehead and hair. “I love when you wiggle like that. I love when you fight like that, Donna. You are better than I hoped for.”
Then suddenly there was a shift in the weight. He was not sitting on her chest any longer. She could hear him move.
Then… Then the cold blade was at her throat again.
“What do you say we take this show further down the road, eh? I like foreplay, foreplay’s good for the general mood, but let’s remember the appetizers are there just to get us ready, not feed us. Let’s move on to the main dish, shall we?”
Donna was still trying to get control of her breathing. She panted, hard. She could think just of the same two words over and over again.
“please…. please… no…”
“You’re slowly starting to get on my nerves with that rejection fetish you have there.” The man grabbed the fabric of her nightgown. “By now you have surely realised you are going to be raped here and now. And there’s nothing you can say that’ll make me change my mind about it. I know you’re married. I know you have kids. I know you claim you never cheated on your husband. That’s pretty hard to believe but honestly I don’t give a shit. I wanted to fuck you ever since I talked to you first and you never wanted anything more than a game of teasing. Fine. You had your fun, now let me have mine. Cooperate and I will let you live. I won’t even damage you… much.”
With these words, he pulled up the fabric of her nightgown and inserted the knife. Donna gasped as metal touched her skin. The knife went through the fabric with a sharp, loud sound. Donna never heard anything so threatening in her life. Her nightgown was split in two, torn from her squirming body. She was now completely naked in front of her rapist. Her helplessness and humiliation just reached another level.
“Do you know, Donna, what is sexier than a married woman and a mother in her early fifties dressing and acting like a slut – like you did the other day when we met?”
The other day? Who? Just who? Who was this?
Was it… The… dance? But who, who which one? God? God? Who?
Donna’s mind raced. Names and faces ran before her blindfolded eyes and yet, and yet… Yet she didn’t know who… He was one of her dance partners of the night several days ago, wasn’t he? But who? Which one?
“You give up? Huh? Let me tell you, you made me very aroused with your act back then. Very, very much aroused. But you know what’s even sexier than an old slut acting like she’d eat my cock right there and then? It’s having that old slut totally helpless and at my disposal. It’s having her handcuffed beneath me, helpless and pleading. It’s having her completely under my control, with her sons sleeping just a few doors away, it’s raping her like a two dollar whore and knowing she will never ever be able to do anything about it.”