Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

[OOC: Content Warning-This thread contains very HEAVY themes of violence, sexual assault, gore, death, and generally just some sick and messed up shit. If you're light of heart or easily triggered, please read on with caution.]
[Probably should have made this warning a long time ago, but eh. Better late than never. So sorry to anyone whom I may have given nightmares ]

Or, The Adventures Of Danger Boi And Tuff Girl

Sometimes life likes to throw us a curve ball. Or perhaps, to more accurately put it, our inexperienced hands throw a boomerang and we foolishly believe that we can catch it on the way back before it smacks us in the face. We like to think that everything bad that happens to us is brought about by some unseen force when in reality, the fact is, sometimes we make poor decisions that put us in dangerous scenarios.

That was the case when Cora woke up that sunny day and made not one, but three foolish decisions. The first was allowing herself to become bored and antsy on her day off, prompting her to leave her apartment during the middle of a quarantine when she really should have just stayed home and read a book or watched some TV. The second was deciding to take a walk in a park that normally contained quite a crowd of people, but now was basically abandoned, which left her alone. The third was deciding to venture even farther through that park and into the woods where there was even less a chance of someone being able to find her if she needed help.

Her intentions were innocent enough-escape the terrible summer heat in the cool shade of the trees and perhaps even get some practice in on that sketchpad she had bought two months ago but barely touched. However, as she stepped lightly over twigs and pushed brambles aside so that they wouldn't catch and tear her tank top, she found the forest around her more enchanting and interesting than the sketchpad in her hands. Eventually she gives up on the thought of drawing and lays the sketchpad down in a place on the trail where she can pick it up on her way back, and she makes her way further in.

After about five minutes of walking , she comes across a large fallen log in her path. She wasn't wearing a skirt, infact she had purposefully wore some simple loose blue jeans and tennis shoes in an attempt to avoid bugs, and feeling a little frisky, decides to try to climb over it rather than taking the easier path of going under.

She slings a leg over and begins to slide herself over the smooth log, but before hopping off on the other side, she pauses.

The smooth trunk of the tree rubbed against her hot sex and felt teazingly good. Her hips rub back and forth on the tree a few times as she looks down the path from where she had come, slightly self conscious of her actions. No one was there though and this filled her with a foolish sense of confidence.

She climbs up onto the tree and uses it as a bench, then pops the button on her pants before slowly unzipping them. As she begins to finger herself she thinks that maybe it might be a good idea to go home and order one of those pocket rabbits. Her fingers were ok, but a rabbit would really do the trick.

Soon enough her sex is dripping and she can smell it through her pants. Suddenly she leans back against the trunk and lays one arm over her eyes as her other arm pumps furiously under her jeans. It doesn't take her long at all to cum, and when she does, she clenches and lets out a few small whimpers.

Breathing hard, she lets her hand fall to her side for a moment as she catches her breath. At last, feeling sated, she buckles her pants and zips them back up before rolling off the log. She lets out a loud curse as she jumps back.

A man was standing about five feet away from her with the biggest shit eating grin she has ever seen. She knew immediately that he had witnessed what she had done, and her whole face turns a deep shade of red, adding to the flush that had creeped up her neck from pleasuring herself. She finds herself so utterly horrified and embarrassed that she can't seem to muster up any words except for a quiet "Excuse me" as she attempts to quickly walk by him and make her way back to her car. She did NOT want to stick around for that awkward conversation.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien was about six foot two inches, and had was fairly fit. He liked working out in the gym fairly often when he got off work, and hiking outdoors when he had time on the weekends. While he was strong and had some muscle, he wasn't extremely buff like some people in the gym. He looked somewhat intimidating with his steely grey eyes and dark hair, but it was his grin that made him somewhat approachable. On that day, he was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of silvery sport shorts with white and grey sneakers. https://i0.wp.com/attireclub.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Winter-man.png?fit=315,474&ssl=1

He had happened upon her by chance, having wanted to get out and about a bit. In his opinion, the whole "quarantine' idea was fucked, and that while everyone was cowering in their homes, he was going to go out and do whatever he wanted. When he had heard her heavy panting, he had slowed, creeping around the bend in the trail to see her with her hand in her pants, a look of pure bliss on her face.

Indeed, he had a shit-eating grin on his face, having just witnessed such a private moment. He had crept up even closer as her eyes were closed and she was in the throes of bliss. The way she moaned and writhed made his sleeping member stir, his cock pushing out on his shorts slightly as though drawn to the lewd sight. Licking his lips, he watched with excitement as she climaxed, suddenly relaxing and panting from her session.

The look of embarrassment on her face was delightful, and he found himself craving more of her. As she got up to leave, he thought to himself how it was a pity that such a beautiful woman should slip out of his grasp, never to be seen again. However, it occurred to him that they were all alone deep within the park. She was vulnerable and alone, and it was likely that no one would hear her if she called for help. His heart skipped a beat as he thought about what he might be able to do. He could feel a primal hunger within himself and decided that this time, he was going to indulge it.

When she tried to pass him, he moved in front of her, blocking her path. "What's the hurry? Have someplace to be?" He slowly advanced on her, walking slowly toward her, forcing her to take steps back if she wanted to avoid bumping into him. His voice was playful and charming, but had undercurrents of something a little darker.

 

[Drobabes]

"What's the hurry? Have someplace to be?"

She really hadn't taken a look at his face until he placed himself in front of her. Her green flecked hazel eyes meet his steely gray and any words she might have said catch in her throat.

Shit. Shit, shit, SHIT.

The swear ran through her mind as all of a sudden, the vulnerable position she had put herself in hit her hard.

She had no cell phone. She had no weapon. She had no self-defence knowledge what-so-ever, outside of knowing how to throw a punch without breaking her knuckles-but that would do her no good if she floundered and couldn't land it right. Likely she would just piss him off.

Her back bumped against the log and she glanced over her shoulder at it as she stuttered out an answer to his question.

"I...I need to get home. I have a date.."

When she glanced back he was close. Uncomfortably close. She tries to sidestep and put some distance between them, but he just follows her again, trapping her against the log.

But maybe she was just over-reacting? Maybe he was just fucking with her, teazing her for having caught her doing something so naughty out in public. So she tries to meet his gaze then, tries to hold her ground and be firm. She swallows so that she can speak clearly and with some confidence, even if her cheeks are still hot and flushed.

"Can you please move? I really need to get home...and I'm already embarrassed enough as it is, so..."

 

[Poprockz]

His eyebrow raised as she mentioned her "date," though he didn't answer her. He knew she was lying to throw him off, to give him the idea that she was expected home, that they would find him as he was having his way with her. There was no way it was true, though. Even if she had a boyfriend, they wouldn't be going out on a date during the quarantine, and even if he lived with her, he probably wouldn't have let her go outside during this time.

His steely grey eyes look amused and somewhat predatory as he looked back into her gaze. "What if..." He leaned over, putting his hands on either side of her to the log. She was forced downward if she didn't want to trip backwards over the thick wood. The man's face was now uncomfortably close to hers as she was forced to sit down. "... I don't want to?"

Damien pulled back a bit so she could see him grin in excitement, the look on her face making his heart beat quicker in his chest. Her own chest rising and falling made his eyes glance down, taking in the sight of her beautiful chest. He couldn't wait to have her clothes off and to be touching her warm, soft skin.

He leaned forward again and kissed her neck gently, inhaling deeply to get a large whiff of her scent. She smelled very natural, not super purfumy like a lot of the girls he had come into contact with, girls that just wanted to impress him. This girl didn't want him, and that made it all the more delicious.

"So... do you cum here often?" he chuckled against her neck, sucking hard for a moment and leaving her a hickie before pulling back to look at her again.

 

[Drobabes]

She was paralyzed with fear. She knew she should probably try to run or fight, shove him and make him step the fuck back, but the adrenaline kicking through her veins did the complete opposite of what it should have. It made her clench up and freeze, only being able to keep leaning back in an attempt to get away from him as his every move boxed her in.

What if...

Her ass touched the wood, and her hands leaned down to grab it for support.

I don't want to?

His face was so uncomfortably close to hers as he leaned in to smell her, making her stomach flip. As his lips meet her hot flesh, she jumps and a small sound escapes from her own. It was nothing erotic, just a sort of startled noise. This was going way too far; she needed to stop this, before he took her lack action for consent.

She places both of her hands against his chest and gives him a hard shove, glaring at him as she wipes his saliva from her neck.

"Ok, you need to back the fuck up man."

There was anger in her voice now, even though it shook and changed pitch from nerves. It seems the hickey was a step too far past what she was willing to take, and as she gets herself back onto her feet, she tries once again to get around him, regretting having let it even get this far.

"I'm not interested and I'm going home."

 

[Poprockz]

After he was pushed back, he laughed at the way her voice struggled with her own fear, finding it quite adorable. Damien adored when girls tried to put on a brave front in the face of an unwinnable situation.

When she tried to elude him a second time, he simply moved in front of her again, preventing her from weaseling her way around his body. However, this time he reached out and grabbed each of her wrists, preventing her from doing much of anything. His grip was firm, but not painful; it was all he needed to keep her trapped, though.

"I don't need to do anything, actually. And you may not be interested in me, but I'm very interested in you. Imagine my surprise when I rounded the corner and saw a woman with her hand pumping within her pants, practically writhing in pleasure." His voice purred smoothly, raising the hand she had used to his mouth before taking a long lick of her fingers. His tongue was long and flexible, soft and slick. It tickled her fingers as he licked from the bottom to her very fingertips.

He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed before looking into hers, smiling. "And those whimpers... I think I'd like to hear them again."

At that moment, he moved very quickly. He turned her around and pushed her over the trunk so that he was still holding her hands behind her. Using his body weight to pin her, he reached down and untied his sport shorts, pulling the braided cord out of them and using them to tie her hands snugly together behind her back. With that, he figured he would have more opportunity to do more with her without having to worry about her scratching him or something. Besides, he was really wanting to have a taste of her, and he would need both of his arms to keep her legs open.

 

[Drobabes]

She felt like her heart stopped as he grabbed her wrists, and only when his tongue slowly wet her fingers did it began to pump again, kicking into overdrive. Her breathing hitched and she felt like she might faint.

This man was a god-damned sociopath. He had to be. She did not want him touching her, and yet here he was, licking her fingers like they were candy. She had the urge, as stupid as it may be, to slap him. She was just about to, too, when he spun her around and forced her against the log.

"No. No no no, NO. NO! Let me go!"

Now she was fighting, fearing for her very life. If he had just wanted to rape her, she might have submitted more easily. She could live through that. She wouldn't be ok, but she would live. However, the way he had talked and smiled, so smooth and in control, it wasn't normal. Or at least, this was what the adrenaline told her fearful mind as she kicked and struggled against the log, trying everything she could to get out of his grasp. Her actions had become like that of a pinned cat, suddenly and furiously struggling and wiggling every which way.

She used the bottom of her shoe to try and scratch his leg, and when that didn't work, she resorted to stomping the heel of her foot as hard as she could onto his toe. It felt like it had landed, but she didn't know. All she knew now was fight, get out of his grasp and run.

"Get off of me! Help! Someone help me!"

Her pleas are quickly working up into a full out scream.

 

[Poprockz]

He quite liked watching her wiggle and squirm, even though it impeded his efforts a bit. It almost seemed sexy in a way, that she would put up a fight against the strong man who was accosting her. She was like a frightened little bunny, shaking and breathing rapidly, and he knew that he would very much enjoy petting his little pet.

Damien gritted his teeth when his leg was kicked, not letting her hear his pain. It was certainly painful, but he didn’t want to let her know that it stung. He wasn’t angry, instead still feeling the excitement of what was happening- it was almost like he had just received his birthday present early in the form of a beautiful, spirited woman. He didn’t even mind if she screamed. After all, no one would hear them out here, and he planned on taking her somewhere more secluded anyway.

Soon her hands were completely restrained behind her and he pulled her back up into a standing position. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “ I know a really romantic spot nearby. You look a bit tired, or you will soon, so I’m going to carry you there.” Without a pause, he spun her around and picked her up by her waist, lifting her and gently setting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He looked at her sympathetically, “I’m sorry that I’m not holding you in a more romantic way, but I’m afraid that any other way might end with me dropping you, and neither one of us wants that. So bear with it for a little while, okay? I promise I’ll more than make up for it.” The man smiled to himself, patting her ass reassuringly as he started carrying her off the path and into the woods.

 

[Drobabes]

"I know a really romantic spot nearby..."

He was going to kill her, she was sure of it. Why else would he be trying to take her somewhere else instead of just raping her right then and there? Tears spark in her eyes and he slings her over his shoulder, his gentleness deceiving.

A few thoughts ran through her mind as he spoke. She could do one of two things-submit and be cooperative in the hopes that she might find a chance to run away when he let his guard down, or fight and try to get him to drop her so she could get up on her feet and run to her car, and near it, the road.

She wasn't a stranger to wooded areas. She had grown up on a huge piece of land and spent a lot of her childhood in the woods. However, if he already knew these woods, and if he had...done things here before, her chances of hiding from him long enough to escape were next to zero. So that only left her one option.

She brings her face close to his side and opens her mouth wide as she latches onto whatever skin she can get in her mouth. It wasn't easy-he was lean and muscular and didn't have a whole lot of extra skin to spare, but she manages to do it anyway.

Her teeth bite down hard and she readies herself for his anger, no doubt in her mind that he was going to hurt her in some way or another. But she wasn't going to let go until she felt him drop her, and then she was going to use those long legs of hers like she had never used them before.

 

[Poprockz]

He let out a sharp, surprised exhale, feeling the girl clamp her teeth on her skin. It was excruciating, and he couldn't help his eyes watering nor his teeth gritting as he grunted in pain. His grip loosened in his surprise and he knew that he was going to drop her. To lessen the impact of her fall, he dropped to his knees and leaned over, letting her roll off of him. After all, she was just doing what was natural to her, and he couldn't fault her for that.

Nevertheless, Damien also knew that were she to run away from him, that she would soon be in his arms once again one way or another. He wiped his eyes and watched as she bolted, getting up quickly and following after her. It was a chase between a fox and a bunny, and he was so very hungry.

 

[Drobabes]

It had worked! She almost wanted to cry with relief as she heard his grunt of pain and felt him let go, but there wasn't time for that. She got to her feet quickly and bolted through the trees, heading straight back the way she had come. She heard his footsteps coming after her and it only spured her on, her legs taking on a new speed.

When she saw her car she began to shout again for help, desperately praying that someone would be nearby and hear her. She knew she couldn't waste time trying to fish the keys from her pocket with the way her hands were tied, so she doesn't even bother. Instead she makes a beeline straight for the road, still shouting desperately. But oh, how foolish she had been, for who would come out in the middle of a pandemic but those who were up to no good?

 

[Poprockz]

There was absolutely no one there. Not a soul answered her call, and not a car drove by. There was an expensive-looking silver car parked near hers, and it could be assumed that it belonged to the man who chased her. Speaking of which, his lithe form exited the the trees and looked around, spotting her going toward the road. He smiled, appreciating her quick-thinking and the intelligent choice to not try to enter her car.

He started to advance, his eyes trained on the subject of his desire. However against all odds, a white truck started to drive past, making him duck behind his own car and crouch down. The other truck noticed her and pulled over, another man getting out of the driver's seat. He was only an inch shorter than her and was a bit portly. The man was bald and was smoking a cigarette, looking her up and down before smiling almost condescendingly, "what's up sweetheart? did you start getting the jones after not having your cellphone in your hand as you hiked? Need a lift?"

The man opened the passenger door and gestured at it, offering his ride to her freely. He made no attempts to investigate why her hands were behind her, even though it seemed fairly obvious that they were tied.

Damien frowned, a bit upset that this other man was encroaching on their date.

 

[Drobabes]

She had no idea that Damien was so close by, but as the white truck pulled up she began to sob in relief.

"Please help me! Someone is chasing me! He tied my hands,"

She angled her body so that the man could see.

"Please help please. Can you untie this?"

She had every intention of getting in that truck with this stranger, but her instincts were forcing her to prioritize tasks by matter of importance, and right now it was saying get her hands free. Once she had them free, then she could get her keys out and grab her phone to call the police.

 

[Poprockz]

The bald man's expression changed, becoming a bit more serious. "Now hold on, missy. Calm down. Lemme see what I can do." He tossed his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, adding it to the cigarette graveyard that was the end of the parking lot. The man walked out toward her and lifted her hands slightly, inspecting her bindings.

"Wowee. Whoever tied this really knows their knots, since it's not coming loose without being cut off of you. Come'on over here." He took her by the elbow gently and led her over to his truck, letting her stand near the passenger door as he dug around a bit to look for a knife. After a few moments, he came back with a pocket knife and led her to the bed of the truck. She heard the flick of his knife coming out, and then a pause.

"Well, missy. I could cut you free right now. Or... we could have a bit of fun. I think you might owe it to me for bein' such a good Samaritan, don't you?" The knife clicked shut and she heard a zip, his cock coming out of his pants as he pushed her over, bending her with his meaty hand with surprising strength.

His other greedy hand yanked down her pants and underwear, exposing her to him. The man's eyes widened for a moment. "Wow. You're already wet for me, ain't ya? You could have just said so."

 

[Drobabes]

"Thank you, thank you!" She was still sobbing and it was making it difficult for her to talk.

"Please hurry, he was chasing m-me..."

He seemed like he was going to help her, but as he began to lead her to the bed of his truck, a strange feeling began to stir in her, and before she knew it he had his hand on her back and was forcing her down.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!"

He had her pants down so fast she barely had time to react. She tries to roll away from him, but the strength in his arms was insane for such a chubby little man. Her stomach began to twist and she felt like retching, having found herself running from one bad situation right into a more dangerous one.

Was everyone going insane? Was this pandemic worse than she thought it was? It wasn't the end of the world people, they couldn't just do whatever the fuck they wanted.

"Get the fuck off of me!" She screamed as she pulled her foot up and attempted the kick the man in the same way she had Damien, although now she had the advantage of being able to aim a little higher, trying to get him right in the nuts.

 

[Poprockz]

He seemed to have expected something like that, kicking her leg to the side when she tried it. In reprisal, she felt a sharp smack to her exposed ass, leaving a bit of pink upon it.

"Now, now. No need to be gettin' spicy with me. Just be a good girlie and lemme get some of that sweet puss." He leaned forward and shoved her pants all the way down to her ankles to restrict her movement, no longer allowing her to be able to kick like she had. She felt him get a little closer and felt the hot breath of the man on the back of her neck,

"Oh my god... I haven't seen such a fresh, juicy pussy since I first plugged my wife." He remarked in awe, rubbing the tip of his cock barely against her slick lips. He moaned softly, moving one of his hands to her ass and squeezing it.

Suddenly, she heard a sickening crunch behind her, and heard a body fall to the ground. Upon looking, one would see that the man's neck was broken, his head twisted at an impossible angle. His eyes still looked lustful, the last image he had seen having been her drenched cunt.

Hands quickly pulled up her pants, securing them to her hips almost gently. The voice that followed was exceedingly familiar as she heard, "it wasn't very nice to bite me, you know. But I'll take responsibility for that. After all, it was my own fault for not gagging you properly."

 

[Drobabes]

Her sobbing reached a new level as he forced her into a more vulnerable position and she knew she was done.

"Oh my god... I haven't seen such a fresh, juicy pussy since I first plugged my wife."

His voice made her skin crawl, and as she felt his cock touch her, something happened. Something inside of her seemed to snap and a distant part of her brain recognized that it was PTSD, but the forefront of her mind didn't want to acknowledge it. To do so would require her to remember and to remember would cause her too much harm, so she shuts down. Her body goes limp and she lays her head on the bed of the truck as she waits for it to happen.

The snap startles her so badly out of her haze that she physically flinches and actually cries out as if someone has hurt her, and as her head cranes back to look at the body, she is shaking.

Later, when she had time to recover, she would wonder on this moment. Wonder how he had been strong enough, and applied the right amount of force in the correct way, to actually snap a persons neck. But for now, as his warm hands pulled her pants back up and his breath tickled her ear, she didn't care. All she cared about was that she had been saved, momentarily, from a horrible fate.

She does something then that might surprise Damien. He might have expected her to scream or try to run, perhaps even try to bite him again. What she does, however, is apologize.

"I-I'm sorry..."

He eyes were full of tears and she hiccups between the words, but as she looks over her shoulder at him, her gaze is sincere and almost pleading. In that moment, her demeanor seems years younger than her actual age as she stands against him and shakes like a wet kitten.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien certainly was surprised, his head cocking to the side a bit almost subconsciously as though he doesn't quite know how to react to those words. The words had been "I'm sorry" but they clearly meant "thank you." Most women he had doted on never expressed thanks to him, even as he drove them to the very peaks of pleasure. So to hear her words caused a bit of a stir inside, something a little more than his usual fixation.

He recovered in just a moment, grinning and kissing her cheek briefly. "It's okay. I can deal with the pain." Damien leaned down and ripped the sleeves off the other man's shirt, using one of them to tie her ankles together and the other to wrap around her mouth, tying it snugly in the back. He made sure that it wasn't blocking her breathing through her nose before turning her around and plopping her over his shoulder once more.

She could see that even though his shirt was black, there was a bit of a wet spot that smelled of blood. Damien started back into the forest, the road soon having been left behind once more as they trekked through the woods. The other man had been unceremoniously left there, to pay for his crime against Damien's interest.

After a while, a cabin came into sight. It looked somewhat decrepit on the outside, but he was making a beeline straight toward it. "Here it is," he said excitedly. "It's my little getaway cabin. My own slice of heaven, as you will. I found it hiking one time and bought the rights to it. The rest is history."

 

[Drobabes]

She remained in a kind of stupor as Damien worked on her, and it made carrying her much easier. She seems to have, for the time being, completely lost the will to fight. Noticing the blood on his shirt, she wondered momentarily if she had actually bitten him that hard, hard enough to make him bleed.

She let her body go limp as he carried her, and it isn't until she sees the cabin come into view that she shows any signs of struggling again.

Her body stiffens up and she begins to shake once more. She could try to struggle, but now he had her gagged and bound properly. What would she do? Wiggle out of his grasp just for him to bend over and pick her up again?

He was going kill her. That's the only reason men ever brought a bound women to the middle of the woods. She had to accept this and just pray that he wouldn't draw it out.

A distressed noise worked it's way up her throat despite her brain trying to rationalize the situation.

 

[Poprockz]

He noticed the tensing of her body and he patted her ass again. "Hey, why so tense? I thought you came on a hike to enjoy yourself. I know I did." Damien paused at the porch, carefully opening the door and making sure not to bump her head on the door frame. When he closed the door behind them, it could be noted that he had several locks on the door, three to be exact. One was like a wooden bar for keeping people out. One was a padlock with a keyslot, and the third was a simply lock on the doorknob. He locked all three before carrying her over to the couch and setting her down gently.

Damien sighed and moved in the dim light, flicking a switch on one of the walls and turning on the lights. The outside had looked worn down, but it seemed that it was just for show. The inside was incredibly modern and somewhat luxurious in a vacation cabin sort of way. Not what one would picture when they thought of a middle of the woods axe murderer. There was a small kitchen, a living room around an electric fire, as well as a large bed with red bed sheets. A large chest rested at the foot of the bed, no lock on it at that time.

"What do you think?" he asked, waiting a moment before looking at her apologetically. "I am so sorry, I forgot about your gag. Here, let me take it off. I don't think we need it anymore." Damien walked back over to her and untied it, tossing the rag to the floor. He then let his eyes wander her body before crouching near her.

His steely eyes met hers and he grinned. "I bet you're shaking in excitement, aren't you?"

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes immediately began to scan her surroundings as he brought her inside, taking note of the locks on the door, although, a door wasn't the only way to get out of a house.

As he sat her down and let her look around, she did notice how nice it was and it spoke volumes to how much money he could toss around. He was probably used to paying off cops and lawyers to get himself out of trouble. How many other women had he brought here?

As he crouched near her, she couldn't help but lean back away from as far as the couch would allow, even as he pulled her gag out.

"I bet you're shaking in excitement, aren't you?"

Her eyes state at him then, bloodshot and puffy from her crying. His own eyes looked cold to her, despite the smile on his lips.

"Why would I be excited?"

Her voice is small, and quiet.

"You're going to rape me and kill me."

Tears leak down her face as she is finally able to admit the harsh truth to herself, but she doesn't sob like before, and she certainly doesn't beg. She knows it will do no good.

 

[Poprockz]

He raised an eyebrow at her at her words, becoming a bit quiet for a minute. "No. Well, kind of. I'm certainly going to give you the best night of your life, but I'm not going to take away the rest of your life afterward. What would be the point of that? How would you remember me, otherwise? You can't remember if you're dead." Damien stood up and slowly strode to the chest, flipping up the lid and digging inside of it. He tossed a pair of leather handcuffs out, a gag with a hole in it, a few tubes of different colored bottles of lube, and a little thing that looked like lotion.

Afterwards, he gathered all the items up and set them on the little nightstand next to the bed. His head turned and he looked at her, an eager smile on his face as his eyes once again turned somewhat predatory. Damien reached down and pulled off his shirt, wincing slightly when he felt the shirt brush her bite. He looked away from her with a sullen expression, almost as though he felt somewhat ashamed of showing his discomfort to her. His chest was smooth and muscular, yet not what one would call body builder material.

His shoes and socks were slipped out of, his shorts being pulled off shortly after. Now that he was only left in his boxers, he walked over to her, his cock straining against his underwear as he did so. He was so excited to be doing this, his cock felt like it was throbbing so hotly he might burst. Damien wasn't a small man in that region, his cock being about eight inches long while being just a bit girthy. Not enough to cause most girls pain, but enough that they gave him wide-eyed looks when they saw it.

The man walked over to her and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed and plopping her down, sitting beside her. "Seriously, I'm not going to kill you because I know that if you ever talk about it to anyone in a way that insinuates that I "raped" you, then I will make your life a living hell." His eyes became just a little colder for a moment before the darkness passed, the smile returning to his face. "So... you're not a virgin, are you?"

 

[Drobabes]

Was he actually going to spare her? The possibility hadn't crossed her mind since he took her, and the hope it gave her made chest pinch as she tried not to cry again. Maybe he was just trying to trick her, though, give her a false sense of hope before he brought pain.

Pain. That thought stuck to her mind like glue as she watched him open the chest, her imagination running wild with what he might pull out. She had stumbled upon a story this one time, and although it was labeled fiction, the details were so intense that she couldn't help but wonder if it was actually real and the writer was bragging about all the ways in which he tortured his victims. Using long wooden spoons to plunge into soft pussies until the women begged and pleaded, or dildos on drills and shoved so far up the women's cunts that they puked from the rough treatment. It was a great relief, to say the least, as he pulled out regular sex toys and items.

Watching him carefully as he peeled his clothes off, she couldn't help but take note that if the situation were different, perhaps in a bar setting, this man could have easily swept her off her feet. She had had a few boyfriend's, of course, but they had never been in the best physical shape. Not that it had mattered to her, that wasn't why she had dated them. This man, though, well, she thought if he perhaps toned up properly and dropped the cocky rapist attitude, he could have probably landed himself a nice modeling job in the underwear business.

She never took her eyes off his as he carried her into bed, too scared to miss anything. As he sat her down and joined her, she listened intently.

"...I will make your life a living hell."

Ah, there it was-the catch. The reason he was so cocky and probably able to get away with things like this, time and time again.

"So... you're not a virgin, are you?"

"...no. I've had boyfriend's..."

 

[Poprockz]

He looked a bit relieved, "Oh, excellent. I dislike taking a girl's first time because she has nothing to compare me to." His lips curled up into a grin again and he gently pushed her onto her side, artfully undoing the knots that he himself had tied upon her. Once her hands were free, he quickly captured them again, putting one of the leather handcuffs on one and then pulling her arm up and looping the chain around the bars of the bed. He then pulled her other hand into the other cuff and fastened it snugly. She was now lying on her back on the bed, still clothed, but now handcuffed to the bed in which he would take her.

It was then that he moved to the other end of the bed, moving his body in-between her legs and holding himself above her. He reached up and slowly pulled her shirt up, exposing her bra to him. He licked his lips and reached under her, undoing her clasp effortlessly, as though he had many a lover before. Almost tentatively, he pulled the bra up and now truly exposed her. Damien's mouth watered as he looked down on them, her beautiful nipples like little rosebuds. However, he didn't like the way her shirt and bra were now scrunched up, making him sigh thoughtfully.

Reaching over to the bedside table, he took out a pair of scissors and cut the bra at the straps, cutting the shirt in the same way while also cutting it down the middle. He was quiet while he worked, seemingly concentrating intently on what he was doing. Once it was done, he set the scissor back into the nightstand drawer and pulled the fabric away from her, tossing it to the floor.

"That's it... yes..." he murmured, reaching down and cupping them gently. His hips rolled ever so slightly against the crotch of her jeans as he kneaded her soft mounds.

 

[Drobabes]

God, he's so fucking cocky, she thought. She wondered if anyone had ever knocked him down off his high horse, even once in his life.

She didn't say a word as he worked, but when he pushed her shirt up she wanted to. She wanted to beg him to stop, to come to his senses and realize that he was forcing someone against their will. The words got stuck in her throat as he brought the scissors out though, and she held her breathe as he cut. Only when he finally sat the scissors down did she allow herself to breathe.

His hands where hot against her skin and it was a sensation she wasn't used to. She liked her breasts being touched during intimate moments, but her boyfriend's hands had always been cold, or lukewarm at best. As he needed them and then rubbed himself against her jeans, she felt something twist in her loins.

"Please..."

The word came out a tiny mewl, and she realized she had probably said it too quietly for him to hear.

"Stop...please...I don't want to do this. Please don't make me do this..."

Her eyes searched his face for a sign, any sign, that she could get through to him with her words.