The Cabin
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
27,067
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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What did he mean by “join in on the fun?” Did he really want to destroy me? How long could this continue? I groaned after he said these words, hoping he would take it a different way then I meant it.
He took my hand and moved it down to his center, letting me feel just exactly he was aroused by my previous orgasm. Then he took my hand and placed it to the side of my head, and did the same with the other. Positioning himself over me, he leaned down and kissed me. This distracted me from what else he was doing. He slowly inched his way into my now extremely hot center until he was completely inside me. Then just as slow as he had pushed himself in, he pulled out. This was new; it was as if he actually cared for me, instead of just using me as his personal fucking toy. He continued this motion, slowly moving in and out of me. Pressing my wrists farther into the bed, he became more excited.
“Let’s mix things up a bit. Do not move your arms.”
He took both my legs, put them on his shoulders, and thrust into me harder and deeper than before. It caught me by surprise and my walls tightened around him. He moaned at this reaction from me. Then he leaned down into me until my knees were almost touching the bed above my shoulders and took hold of my wrists, pressing them back into the bed.
“Still not enough?” He whispered into my ear.
Sitting back up he took my left leg and put it on top of my right, forcing me to lie sideways on the bed. He slid in and out of me until he lay down behind me. We were in the spooning position and he took my left leg and put it over him. Then his hand traveled from my shoulder, pausing briefly at my breasts and continued down to my center.
“No.” I breathlessly said to him.
I could not take this, it was too intense.
“Yes.” He hissed.
I started to orgasm and tried to get away from his hand, but it did not work, he held me there, tightly against his body. My walls clamped down on his steady rhythm and my movements became disjunctive and irregular.
“YES.” He hissed again, obviously affected by my orgasm.
Breathing became difficult as I tried to stave off my orgasm, but when I did breathe, it only made it stronger. He rubbed and pinched my clit until it was too much to bear. This was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and it given to a man I did not know. He moaned in pleasure as I lost control over my own body; I could not control my breathing, it was going too fast. I screamed in pleasure and his strokes once again became uneven as he came into me. He still rubbed my clit even after his orgasm had stopped, for mine was still not quite finished. Before I had finished, I had passed out.
I do not know if it was extreme exhaustion and lack of food or the intensity of the orgasm that made me sleep for so long, but when I awoke, it was morning. I found myself under the covers of my bed, with my arms cuffed to the headboard. Which ever it was, he obviously did not want to take the chance of me waking in the middle of the night and trying to escape. My stomach rumbled in hunger and my head hurt profusely. I needed to eat, and I had no idea when I would get the chance. I lay in bed for at least and hour or two until he came to check on me.
“Awake I see?”
“I need to eat.” I told him fiercely.
He took this the wrong way then I had meant it.
“I’ll give you something,” He replied in a chilling tone.
After disrobing, he climbed onto the bed and once again straddled my chest.
“I don’t think you understand, I need food, I can’t do anything without it.”
“You’ll just have to take what I give you, and right now it is this.”
He pointed to his now hardening cock and smiled. I cringed, I had hoped he would not do this, but what is to be expected of a man that continuously rapes you for days. I did not open my mouth and it angered him.
“If you do not, there will be no food of any kind.”
Tears swelled in my eyes as I opened my mouth.
“That’s a good girl, and you will enjoy this.”
He put his now swollen cock into my mouth and let me explore it with my tongue. I rolled it around, sucking on it, trying to appease him. Then he started to move in and out of my mouth. I was tempted to bite down as he pulled out to scrape him hard, but my need for food was too great at this point. Trying my hardest to do my best, he came quickly and once again made me swallow.
“A little less hungry now?” He sneered.
Tears rolled down the side of my face, and he struck me for this insubordination. Then he left the room, but not after ripping the blankets off me and leaving the cold November air to chill me.
He took my hand and moved it down to his center, letting me feel just exactly he was aroused by my previous orgasm. Then he took my hand and placed it to the side of my head, and did the same with the other. Positioning himself over me, he leaned down and kissed me. This distracted me from what else he was doing. He slowly inched his way into my now extremely hot center until he was completely inside me. Then just as slow as he had pushed himself in, he pulled out. This was new; it was as if he actually cared for me, instead of just using me as his personal fucking toy. He continued this motion, slowly moving in and out of me. Pressing my wrists farther into the bed, he became more excited.
“Let’s mix things up a bit. Do not move your arms.”
He took both my legs, put them on his shoulders, and thrust into me harder and deeper than before. It caught me by surprise and my walls tightened around him. He moaned at this reaction from me. Then he leaned down into me until my knees were almost touching the bed above my shoulders and took hold of my wrists, pressing them back into the bed.
“Still not enough?” He whispered into my ear.
Sitting back up he took my left leg and put it on top of my right, forcing me to lie sideways on the bed. He slid in and out of me until he lay down behind me. We were in the spooning position and he took my left leg and put it over him. Then his hand traveled from my shoulder, pausing briefly at my breasts and continued down to my center.
“No.” I breathlessly said to him.
I could not take this, it was too intense.
“Yes.” He hissed.
I started to orgasm and tried to get away from his hand, but it did not work, he held me there, tightly against his body. My walls clamped down on his steady rhythm and my movements became disjunctive and irregular.
“YES.” He hissed again, obviously affected by my orgasm.
Breathing became difficult as I tried to stave off my orgasm, but when I did breathe, it only made it stronger. He rubbed and pinched my clit until it was too much to bear. This was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and it given to a man I did not know. He moaned in pleasure as I lost control over my own body; I could not control my breathing, it was going too fast. I screamed in pleasure and his strokes once again became uneven as he came into me. He still rubbed my clit even after his orgasm had stopped, for mine was still not quite finished. Before I had finished, I had passed out.
I do not know if it was extreme exhaustion and lack of food or the intensity of the orgasm that made me sleep for so long, but when I awoke, it was morning. I found myself under the covers of my bed, with my arms cuffed to the headboard. Which ever it was, he obviously did not want to take the chance of me waking in the middle of the night and trying to escape. My stomach rumbled in hunger and my head hurt profusely. I needed to eat, and I had no idea when I would get the chance. I lay in bed for at least and hour or two until he came to check on me.
“Awake I see?”
“I need to eat.” I told him fiercely.
He took this the wrong way then I had meant it.
“I’ll give you something,” He replied in a chilling tone.
After disrobing, he climbed onto the bed and once again straddled my chest.
“I don’t think you understand, I need food, I can’t do anything without it.”
“You’ll just have to take what I give you, and right now it is this.”
He pointed to his now hardening cock and smiled. I cringed, I had hoped he would not do this, but what is to be expected of a man that continuously rapes you for days. I did not open my mouth and it angered him.
“If you do not, there will be no food of any kind.”
Tears swelled in my eyes as I opened my mouth.
“That’s a good girl, and you will enjoy this.”
He put his now swollen cock into my mouth and let me explore it with my tongue. I rolled it around, sucking on it, trying to appease him. Then he started to move in and out of my mouth. I was tempted to bite down as he pulled out to scrape him hard, but my need for food was too great at this point. Trying my hardest to do my best, he came quickly and once again made me swallow.
“A little less hungry now?” He sneered.
Tears rolled down the side of my face, and he struck me for this insubordination. Then he left the room, but not after ripping the blankets off me and leaving the cold November air to chill me.