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on Thu 2 Dec 10, 6:56 PM to xxIvyxx's blog.
It was past midnight when he called to tell me he was outside. I finished my red wine I had been drinking earlier that evening, locked my room and headed downstairs, I was walking quickly, I knew it had taken him a long time to get here and didn't want him waiting too long in the cold. As I approached the second floor I noticed someone in the corner, I screamed and before I knew it had a hand over my mouth and an arm round my neck. He was laughing. I was terrified! How did he get in? I live in what I thought was a very secure building, there are two locks on the outside. I have no idea how he managed to get into my home without me opening the door. I began to get scared, if he can get in that means he could have got in at anytime he could have planned anything, does it mean anyone can break in? As someone who leaves my bedroom door unlocked at night I felt very worried.
He dragged me down the stairs towards the basement, I started to feel fear remembering how scary it is down there, the lights are off, it is dark and the corridor is long. I ask him to go first, I feel like anything or anyone could be hiding down there in the shadows and don't want to move. He pushes me through the double doors, I hesitate trying to gain some control and convince myself I have some decision in where we are going but he keeps pushing me forward, through dark abandoned rooms and corridors.
We come to one room, I recognize it, we have been there before, the door is stiff and has to be held open with a fire extinguisher. If it closes it means we could be shut in as there is no door handle on the other side. I hesitate but he forcefully pushes me forward into the room, I am falling over abandoned medical equipment, objects and metal chairs, my legs are getting bruised, I hear the sound of large metal objects landing on the ground as I fall into them is is loud enough to make me panic.
The speed in which I am been pushed worries me, it feels like he has no control and anything in this dilapidated building could land on me. He puts one arm around my throat, I am been dragged backwards now, moving backwards as fast as I can to keep up with his pace. Unable to see behind me is horrible, I struggle to look round to see where he is taking me but he pushes me into a stack of boxes which land all around me. I begin getting really scared as objects land around my feet, just missing me. They clatter to the ground loudly, I know any of them could have easily landed on me but there is no time to think.
I am dragged into a storage room full of boxes now,. I struggle, I am angry, I don't want to be dragged into things anymore if feels dangerous. He punches me in the face and I taste blood immediately. Panic really sets in now, I know we have only just started and I can already taste blood.
I struggle but he hits me harder and throws me against some more boxes sending them flying everywhere. He pulls a knife out and tells me to stand still, which I do, he seems out of control and I don't want to be cut. He holds the knife to my neck, I am breathing fast, he slides it across my face and looks into my eyes, he smiles glancing at my bleeding face, I can see in his eyes he wants to hit me again, I put my hands to my face to protect myself. He pulls my hair back and punches me again this time in the stomach for flinching. Then throws me against a metal cage, something used for storing medical equipment, I feel the blow to my head vibrate though my body, I immediately feel dizzy and slightly nauseous.
I stand still willing to do whatever he wants, I don't want to be hurt like this, he throws me into another wall I put my arms to my head, terrified of further damage. He tells me if I move again he will cut me, I am shaking, he slides the knife through my night dress, it falls to the floor, he cuts my pink thong which also falls to the ground. I am feeling cold, vulnerable, and terrified. He bends me over I try not to struggle, but he is hurting me, so I do. He punches me in the sides of my body and roughly ties my arms behind my back with my thong.
He undoes his trousers and pushes me to the ground, for some reason I am surprised to see his erect cock is out of his trousers, he pushes my face towards it and I know what I have to do, I feel a blade on the back of my neck, I freeze for a moment, he tells me if I take his cock out of my mouth he will stab me in the back of the neck. Despite been terrified I try to focus all my attention on to his cock, I want him to be pleased with me and to stop been nasty. He grabs my neck and pushes me onto my back into a smaller room, I am worried about what I might land on. We are in an abandoned hospital there could be anything lying around. It is too late, I am on the floor lying on top of my bound arms which hurts, I struggle to adjust them, but he strikes me again in the face for moving, I breath through the pain trying to stay as still as possible, I look towards him he is suddenly wearing a terrifying mask, I have no idea how he put that on without me noticing. Its kind of like a hood with zips across the eyes and mouth. Like something out of a horror film, he has a knife in one hand and puts it to my throat and with his other hand spreads my legs. I feel his cock pressing against me, 'I have a tampon in,' I stammer.
I needed to tell him, but once I had I knew I had done the wrong thing, 'you stupid fucking bitch.' He shouts, he is angry I want to protect myself but I cant move my arms, he pulls me to my feet by my hair, I feel a hard blow to the stomach winding me and my head is thrown into the wall. He cuts my arms free, 'take it out,' he is shouting, telling me to hurry up. With shaky hands I pull it out, apologizing to him again and again.It drops to the floor, he shouts at me to put it in the bin, I pick it back up and put it in the bin. Exclaiming that I am sorry, he tells me to shut the fuck up and I am forced back on to my knees with his cock in my mouth. He ties a scarf roughly around my eyes. I feel the blade against my ear, I imagine him stabbing me through the brain.
He is shouting at me, telling me I am shit at sucking cock and to do it properly. I know I am been shit, I know I am not doing well, I am not focused, I am too busy thinking and worrying about all the things around me that I cannot see. His words make me try harder. I want to prove to him that I can suck cock, I don't want to give him an excuse to hurt me. He is fucking my throat and I am gagging, I really feel like I am going to be sick and I get the impression that if I was it wouldn't matter to him.
I am choking and can't breathe his cock is down my throat, I am not sure when it started but I suddenly realize I have been crying, and the gag reflex is making my eyes water more. I am lifted by my hair again, and dragged somewhere else I am scared to walk, I am walking into things, I don't want to hit my head again, he throws me onto a pile of boxes I land on my back things falling on top of me, I feel my legs been spread. He asks what I think he is going to do. I didn't know what to say, but I know he gets angry if I don't answer questions properly. 'Fuck me... Sir? 'I ask. Good answer he replies, I feel his cock force into me, hard and deep, I try to stay still but it hurts, I can't see anything and try to relax into it.
I am submerged in what feels like objects and boxes and the confinement is almost comforting. I begin to relax feeling him inside me. After all that trauma some intimacy feels safe, like I am not alone, even if I can't see him. As he fucks me I really relax I spread my legs and breathe deeply, as I relax more out of nowhere I have an orgasm. As soon as I have come I tense up feeling scared. He must have felt it. 'Did you just do what I think you did?' He sounded angry again and pulled out. I panicked and my breathing increased, I knew that lying wouldn't work so I nodded and kept repeating I was sorry, but my apologizes seemed to anger him more.
I couldn't see but I felt him pull out, I felt guilty, how had I been so stupid, to not ask if I could come. I heard him stand up and grasp things, he was throwing them at me, I tried to protect my face but something large and heavy landed on my head, it felt out of control, like in his anger he was grabbing what he could find and throwing them at me, I wriggled trying to protect myself but I couldn't. I didn't know how much damage he was doing to me but it felt like a lot. Everything began to get very blurry, probably partly due to been unable to see, and perhaps from having so many bumps on the head.
I am thrown against the cold wall his knife against my nose, I can feel the sharp side, I know I can't move, he threatens that if I do he will cut my nose off, I try to stay as still as possible, he touches my breasts and between my legs and all over my body, roughly and full of anger he is hurting parts of my body, I am crying again, beneath the blindfold, feeling helpless, the knife is digging in so deeply, He is cutting my nose, the more I move the deeper he pushes the blade into my skin. I start shaking feeling frustrated that there is nothing I can do.
Perhaps the hit to the head, the endorphin rush and the fear is what has caused my mind to go blank, also perhaps not been able to see. From then I have vague flash backs of rape over tables, boxes and on the floor, along with more punching, kicking and violence, however I don't remember specifically what happened. (if I do I will write a 2nd part to this blog)
I don't acctually remember when the scene ended, but he handed me a pair of hospital trousers and told me to put them on, as my clothes were cut up and on the floor. My shoes were also missing in various places. With shaky legs we went upstairs for a very much needed cup of tea.
Edited Thu 2 Dec 10, 7:29 PM by xxIvyxx
| 2 Dec 10, 11:13 PM res4sub 7 yrs |
Nom :D Thankyou for posting this, will have sweet dreams tonight! xx 'Would it be a bad thing if I just strangled you with these right now?' |
| 5 Dec 10, 5:39 PM Miss_Lead UK(HP), 6 yrs |
Filth lol..... dirty slut  "It's just a ride, it's just a ride" ~ Bill Hicks ~ |
