He was out the next second, he was out and up on her chest again. Donna could hear him cry a savage cry of disgusting pleasure. Donna felt as if her bowels were pulled out of her with his withdrawal. It hurt and pulsed and felt warm and wet. And then hot drops started landing onto her face.
“Take THAT, bitch. Take it all, you dirty slut!!!!”
She felt his cum fall on her lips, on her cheeks, her forehead. She felt it land on her hair and the final drops landed on her neck and breasts. Her humiliation was so complete she could not imagine how she could possibly sink any deeper. She was raped in her own bed, she was tied and taken by force and sodomized by a stranger and this stranger finally ejaculated his semen all over her face, degrading her beyond any point she could imagine.
And yet… She was alive. She was still not hurt that hard. She… She should have been thankful.
The man was silent for a couple of minutes. Then she could hear him get up and get dressed. Then there was the sound of… the sound of a photo camera?
“Yeah, that’s right baby. I’m taking some photos here. Just want to make sure I wake up in the morning and remember this was reality and not just a dream, you know? Seeing a whore like you lying there fucked, raped and humiliated with all that cum on your face is going to keep me warm for many nights to come.
Then his voice came from a greater distance as Donna realised he was standing on the door.
“I hope we can get together to do this again some time, Donna.”
Then he was gone.
He was gone.
He was gone… No… no… sweet Lord… NO!!!
And her pleading, her soft whisper, her soft whisper that was trying not to wake her sons up but still summon her rapist back, her pleading was useless. He was gone.
Donna was on her bed, drowning in tears. The morning was several hours away yet. Her vagina and anus hurt very hard. The cum was drying on her face and hair. The morning was several hours away yet but she would not see it when it comes due to the blindfold. Donna was crying, drowning in her tears, unable to move, unable to free herself, get her torn clothes on and cover her nude body, or even wipe the semen and blood off her face.
Her sons sometimes get up early. Her husband should be back before they do. In any case, Donna was not going anywhere. One of them will find her there. One of them will find her.