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Chapter 7 – All Fucked Out

Eventually he had no more cum to feed me with so I was released; battered, horribly used, but alive and relatively unhurt. He left me after winding scratchy ropes around my wrists, which were pulled behind me once again.

I wailed through the gag as he roughly grasped my arms and pulled them tightly down behind my back. As he tied my elbows together I whimpered pitifully as my shoulder blades started aching from the strain of sliding so close together. It seemed to take forever. I could feel the rope encircling me several times. I felt the bite of the rope as it became tighter and tighter. After several times, I felt the rope being cinched tightly.

“What's the matter bitch? That hurt?” he laughed cruelly his dark eyes gazing down at the rounded cheeks of my creamy white bottom. I cried as I gazed back over my right shoulder at the big black rapist.

“Afraid it's going to hurt a lot worse before we're through” he breathed heavily as he knotted the elbow rope in place. Grabbing the bundle of cord he marked out another long length then cut it free. Taking the rope he tied it about my arms and chest cutting deep into the freckled skin just below the weight of my breasts.

Shaking my head I pleaded through the gag as the intruder tied several loops beneath my breasts. The rope cut deep into my flesh causing the muscles of my already tortured arms to burn with strain as they were pulled down flush to my back. Knotting the rope in front just below the rise of my breasts he pulled the remaining cords over and through my tits crossing the area between them before pulling the lengths over my shoulders and down my back. Tying the rope through the loops already fastened below my breasts he took what was left and pulled it over the tops of the already hurting boobs. Drawing my shoulders in tight he forced the already straining breasts to push out further, my browned nipples swelled and hardened as the black man knotted the rope in place.

“Don't you think that makes a pretty picture?” he asked as he tweaked one of the swollen nipples making me moan in pain. As his large hand cupped the other breast his callused thumb rubbed the brown aureole of flesh.

I cried through the fake rubber cock in my mouth, my head shaking from side to side as I watched helpless to do anything he cutting two more lengths of rope. I begged as he took the first length and bound it tightly about my thighs just above my knees. “Shut up cunt” he breathed angrily as he knotted the rope in place.

Shaking my head I watched powerless, my arms and upper body twisting and pulling at the cruel ropes as the man took the other cord and tied my ankles together. Then as I watched him knot the rope in place he grabbed me about my shoulders and forced me onto my stomach. The hard and cold marble of the floor pressed against the flesh of my breasts and stomach as my face extended forward the skin about the leather covering the gag, my cheeks ballooning out as the plastic monstruosity in my mouth forced my jaws open even more. 

I felt his big hands grab my bound ankles and pull them up behind my back. Squealing in discomfort as the muscles of my calves and thighs burned with strain I looked back over my shoulder at my attacker, my head shaking feebly from side to side as I begged incoherently for mercy through the thick rubber penis in my mouth. Viewing the scene over the humped mounds of my own butt cheeks I watched helpless to do anything as he took another length from that endless supply of rope of his and threaded it through the one tied about my ankles pulling the straining feet up toward my bound wrists.

I groaned, my wrists, arms, back and legs exploding in anguish as he pulled the rope taunt drawing my straining legs toward my already strained arms. As he pulled the feet and hands closer together I was forced to arch my back making my face wrench forward even more as my blue eyes bulged from the pain and fear.

“See there sweet meat, I told you it was going to hurt much worse” he chuckled as knotted the rope in place leaving me completely hogtied with my legs and hands straining toward one another. The skin of my face pressed out against the tight leather holding the fake cock secure in my mouth as I strained and humped about on the hard floor. Sweat ran in tiny rivulets along the crease of my back falling in glistening trails down the crack of my bottom.

 
Again I moaned at my captor pleading for release as my almost naked body twisted and bounced on the floor.

When he was finished I was tightly hog-tied. I twisted feebly against my expertly tied bonds. My ankles and thighs bound, my elbows bound so that they were as close to touching as he could force them, and the hog-tie between my wrists and ankles ensured my body was bent in a muscle stretching bow. I had never been tied that way before and it was terrible. That has to be the most helpless feeling in the world. I could move neither my arms nor my legs, and the ropes were painfully tight.

To complete my humiliation he leant over, holding a black permanent marker pen, and began to write in large block capitals on my breasts and belly, speaking each word as he wrote it, “Haughty… fucking… cumslut.” I looked so degraded lying hog-tied there with those obscenities scrawled across my smooth tanned skin. He sat down and with the same pen spelled the word “Cocksucker” in big black letter on my forehead. He then rolled me back over and just stayed there watching me squirm, bound and gagged, filled with vibrations. “ Goddamn, that's so sexy” he sighed. “There's nothing and I mean nothing sexier than a hog-tied bitch with a gag in her mouth... and you're about the sexiest bitch I've seen.”

Again the flash of the camera blinded me while he was taking several pictures of me trussed up like that. He took several close-ups of my face and of his cum still slowly running down my thighs. He then stretched and started to gather his clothes. As he dressed he looked down at me, another victim of his wickedness, “I think I will take these as a souvenir.” He picked up the remaining of the black thong panties and lacy push-up bra and pocketed them.

I felt slender fingers tangle in my hair, and my head was lifted, painfully, from where it rested on the floor. I moaned from the pain in my scalp, the sound barely a muffled whine; the hand in my hair forced me to strain painfully back against the bow shape into which my body had been bound. “Remember bitch, I know where you live, where you work… Don't tell anyone or I will pay you another visit!”

“And by the way, don't even think of going to the police… if you tell the cops, I will make sure it goes to trial: I have those lovely pics of you and every sluttish little thing you've done to me tonight will be examined in minute detail. Now goodbye slut...”

I didn't look up as he silently left the bedroom. I tried to break free from the ropes, just by pure reflex. However as much as I wanted to break free from the ropes, I couldn't since they were tied up too tight. I strained against the ropes but they were too strong and too well tied, without any give in my bonds or gag.

With my husband I always joked that my hot-tempered personality would get me in trouble some day. That I might piss someone off enough that I would receive some kind of repercussions that might come back to haunt me, though never really occurred to me. I suppose it's my fault. I am an aggressive success driven individual. My motivation was to be the best I could be in my chosen field and often would do whatever was necessary to achieve that.

Looking back on it I think it was inevitable that sooner or later I would get myself in trouble. Though I guess you could say that I had a hand in setting up the scenario that you've read about, I would have never anticipated this: I thought I was after all invincible. Some people might find it hard to believe that a person like me could get herself in such a situation… but then again sometimes you are blind to the fact that people do want to get even.

I lay sweating on the floor, my arms and legs straining and pulling at the imprisoning ropes as I listened to the man leave the house. Shaking my head pitifully from side to side I struggled to get free as I feared what would happen to me if I couldn't.

Shaking my head in frustration I tried to work on the ropes but that seemed to be a pipe dream. My back was killing me, my arms felt like they were being pulled from their sockets as I strained to keep my legs from pulling too hard on my bound wrists.

Sweat was pouring down my nearly naked body in rivers as I humped and twisted about on the hard floor. As I struggled the stinging perspiration ran into my eyes, forcing me to stop and shake them clear, my long blond hair sending a cascade of drops pattering on the floor. My nose filled with the stale smell of my own sweat and another odour which I all too quickly identified as the sick smell of his cum.

My fight didn't last long though; the pain was unbearable, forcing me to stop. I was helpless. I had to surrender to the idea of the housemaid to arrive and witness my degradation before being free again.

THE END