The Cabin
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
27,069
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.
I thought I was alone
I awoke to find myself without constraints for the first time in days. I cautiously walked into the bathroom and took care of a few things. The shock from seeing my face in disarray had worn off and I drew myself a bath.
I lay in the bath for an eternity, soaking away the blood, tears and pain. I got out and wrapped a towel around me, then when back into the master bedroom. As I started to get some clothing out, I stopped short when I heard his voice.
“Why do you need clothing?”
Turning around I saw him sitting on the bed completely nude.
“Come over here.”
Out of fear for him, I slowly walked over. As soon as I was within arms reach of him, he grabbed me and threw me on the bed. He cuffed my hands together around one of the posts and leaned away from me for a moment. Starting at my neck and working his way done the length of my body he suckled, kissed, and massaged me until my center was warm. When I was completely relaxed he took me by surprise and shoved a dildo into me rear, I bucked in pain. Turning on the vibrations, he began to nip and lick at my clit. I moaned in agonizing pleasure. He stopped and slowly worked his way back up my body until he reached my ear.
“This will be fun.”
He lined himself up and slammed into me with all his force and I screamed from pain and pleasure. He undid the cuffs as he fucked me, but never let me gain any control. Then he slid me to the edge of the bed until my rear was almost completely hanging off and rammed me, if it were possible, even harder. I screamed for him to stop, but he just continued, fiercely and powerfully. He flipped me over and continued to fuck me, this time he moved the dildo in my rear around and around, causing me to orgasm with extreme intensity. As I came, his movements became large and unbelievably strong, until at last he collapsed on top of me after coming. I shivered as he pulled out of me.
Flipping me onto my back, he grabbed my hair and kissed me ferociously. Then he latched onto my ears and with his lower half pushed me back onto the bed. He moved himself over my head as he held onto my ears.
“Clean me off you whore.”
Out of fear of whips and ice and starvation, I did as I was told. He had pinned my arms down with his knees and moaned as I slowly licked his soaked cock. Rubbing my ears, he began moving himself in and out of my mouth. His member once again became solid as he moved in and out of me, groaning.
“Round two.”
He turned me on my side and pushed himself inside of me once more. He massaged my clit and rammed me until I yelled for him to stop. I tried to squirm away. When he saw what I was doing, he removed himself from me and, out of his bag that lay on the floor, pulled out the whip with the little barbs on it. I began crying again. He held me down as he hit me until my flank that faced him was covered in blood. Then he cuffed me back to the post of the bed and continued to ram into me, running his nails along my raw skin telling me it was punishment for crying. He left me in pain as he went to the bathroom to clean up after he came.
I lay in the bath for an eternity, soaking away the blood, tears and pain. I got out and wrapped a towel around me, then when back into the master bedroom. As I started to get some clothing out, I stopped short when I heard his voice.
“Why do you need clothing?”
Turning around I saw him sitting on the bed completely nude.
“Come over here.”
Out of fear for him, I slowly walked over. As soon as I was within arms reach of him, he grabbed me and threw me on the bed. He cuffed my hands together around one of the posts and leaned away from me for a moment. Starting at my neck and working his way done the length of my body he suckled, kissed, and massaged me until my center was warm. When I was completely relaxed he took me by surprise and shoved a dildo into me rear, I bucked in pain. Turning on the vibrations, he began to nip and lick at my clit. I moaned in agonizing pleasure. He stopped and slowly worked his way back up my body until he reached my ear.
“This will be fun.”
He lined himself up and slammed into me with all his force and I screamed from pain and pleasure. He undid the cuffs as he fucked me, but never let me gain any control. Then he slid me to the edge of the bed until my rear was almost completely hanging off and rammed me, if it were possible, even harder. I screamed for him to stop, but he just continued, fiercely and powerfully. He flipped me over and continued to fuck me, this time he moved the dildo in my rear around and around, causing me to orgasm with extreme intensity. As I came, his movements became large and unbelievably strong, until at last he collapsed on top of me after coming. I shivered as he pulled out of me.
Flipping me onto my back, he grabbed my hair and kissed me ferociously. Then he latched onto my ears and with his lower half pushed me back onto the bed. He moved himself over my head as he held onto my ears.
“Clean me off you whore.”
Out of fear of whips and ice and starvation, I did as I was told. He had pinned my arms down with his knees and moaned as I slowly licked his soaked cock. Rubbing my ears, he began moving himself in and out of my mouth. His member once again became solid as he moved in and out of me, groaning.
“Round two.”
He turned me on my side and pushed himself inside of me once more. He massaged my clit and rammed me until I yelled for him to stop. I tried to squirm away. When he saw what I was doing, he removed himself from me and, out of his bag that lay on the floor, pulled out the whip with the little barbs on it. I began crying again. He held me down as he hit me until my flank that faced him was covered in blood. Then he cuffed me back to the post of the bed and continued to ram into me, running his nails along my raw skin telling me it was punishment for crying. He left me in pain as he went to the bathroom to clean up after he came.