Joe was waiting when I walked into our room the next morning.
He shoved the door closed, locked it, flipped me onto the bed, spread my legs, and buried his face in my pussy.
After a few strokes, a quick dip inside, he looked me in the face. “Did you fuck him?”
He looked so disappointed I couldn’t help but smirk. “What do you think?”
He leaned forward and bit my labia playfully. “I think your pussy looks too well rested and I can’t taste him on you.”
“Poor baby,” I tried to get up.
Joe’s playful mood evaporated, he put more weight on my legs keeping me in place. “He did fuck you though right?”
“Let’s just say Mark told me this morning I was so good he wants to come back here and do it all again, just the two of us.” I pushed. “I need a shower. Let me up.”
Some people get mean when they drink Tequila, saying and doing things while drunk they wouldn’t ever consider sober. Tequila doesn’t make me a mean drunk, but it does make me a pissy hangover.
Add the slight hangover to the information Mark gave the night before, and it was the perfect relationship Molotov cocktail.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much Joe played me. So I was in it for the orgasms. So we weren’t exclusive. So what? Call me old fashioned, but there is something almost sacred about having mind blowing orgasms with a man, something which, in my mind, should be honored with a modicum of honesty.
Even when it hurts.
The way I figured it, Joe owed me an apology. Oh, and at least one mind blowing orgasm for bringing me into the situation blind. After I received those two things from him, I would be content to call it quits. Graduation loomed a couple weeks ahead and real life was about to come calling. Our relationship ran its course, the information Mark gave me the night before, just moved up the finish line.
Yet, there he was between my legs looking for all the world like an honest man with no secrets; a man with all the time in the world.
“Let. Me. Up.” I enunciated each word carefully.
Joe’s eyes narrowed. “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
I tried to pull my legs out from under his chest. He gripped them with strong arms. I tried to roll over but he kept my naked body pinned to the bed, legs spread. The more I struggled, the harder he held to the bed.
“Joe,” My breathing was ragged. “Let me up. Now.”
Something moved behind his brown eyes, something I didn’t recognize at first.
“That little faggot told you didn’t he?” Pure white hot rage rolled off him in waves causing my skin to sweat where he touched me.
“Don’t call him names,” I tried to ignore the fury in Joe’s eyes. Last night I wondered how good it would be to get anger fucked by Joe, today in the harsh light of reality, I didn’t even want to entertain the thought. “At least he’s honest.”
Joe’s face turned tomato red. “He’s got a big fucking mouth from sucking so much cock. I knew he’d fuck up. He fucks everything up.”
I could hear the personal animosity and it offended me on Mark’s behalf. “He didn’t fuck anything up Joe. YOU DID! You had a million chances to tell me, to let me in on the secret, to give me a clue. But no, for some reason it was easier to lie by omission and ambush me. Now LET ME UP!”
“Why?” Rage was still in his face; body like warm steel. But, he was making a visible effort to get control.
“Why?” I grit. “Because I told you too. GET OFF!” I wondered briefly where my plane ticket was and how much it was going to cost to leave today instead of tomorrow.
I think Joe read the thoughts on my face. He growled. “Are you going to let me explain?”
Probably, when I calmed down. But at that moment, winning the fight and getting away from him was more important.
“I’m going to scream Joe. I’m going to count to ten and if you aren’t off me, I’m screaming bloody murder and everyone on this side of the resort will hear and come running.”
“Be reasonable,” black anger hung like slimy oil on the words.
“One. Two. Three.”
“What did he tell you exactly?” His rage pumped into the air thick as cream.
“Four. Five. Six.”
“Ah fuck it,” Joe used his chest to hold my legs and lower body pinned to the bed. I stopped counting when he reached above my head and grabbed a pillow. He shook it hard until the foam form flopped from the case, to the bed and onto the floor.
I was just about to ask him what he was doing when he rolled to the side. Free at last, I turned over onto my left side, away from him, and scooted toward the edge of the bed. He shoved me onto my stomach pinning my arms beneath me. Before I could scream my outrage, he straddled my back with his thighs and hooked the pillow case into my mouth.
My mouth was already dry from the hangover, and the pillow case made it worse. I struggled and kicked, but my arms wouldn’t budge. He knotted the gag behind my head.
He lay partially down on top of me, pressing me into the soft mattress so I couldn’t free my arms. The smell of his sweat invaded my nose.
“Now you’re going to listen,” the whispered rage in his voice sent shivers along my skin. And for the first time since meeting Joe, I was afraid.
“Fuck you,” I ignored the fear and tried to talk through the gag.
“Uh uh uh,” Joe delivered a stinging slap to my ass making my eyes water. “Listen. Not talk.”
I scowled into his face.
He soothed the slap by slowly circling my ass cheek with thick fingertips.
“Since I don’t know what Mark told you, but knowing the little prick am sure he fucked it up, I will start from the beginning.”
I couldn’t speak to show my displeasure, so I turned my face away from him, eyes resting on the far wall.
The bed shook, I heard Joe grunt. He lifted me just enough to grab an arm. I turned to look at him once again. His features were angry, set hard, almost unrecognizable. He looped another pillow case around my left wrist. I tried to pull it out of his grasp, but he was having none of it.
Within two minutes, despite my best efforts, Joe tied both arms to the headboard. He draped a hairy thigh over the back of my legs, his heavy erection rubbing against my hip.
I glowered, and tried to express with one look all my contempt for his method of madness. Sure he wanted to talk, but he got off tying me up like a calf at a rodeo. On some level, I always knew he’d end up hurting me. I just thought it’d be emotional.
“That’s better. Now I can keep my hands free.”
The words didn’t register until I felt him kneading my back in small circles. He was trying to relax me. I didn’t want to relax. The more he massaged, the tighter and more wound up I became.
The pillow cases bit into my wrists every time I yanked on them making me swear behind the gag.
“Several generations ago, when our families first settled in the Midwest, land was cheap. While farms were popping up everywhere, our ancestors decided to take a chance on becoming ranchers.”
I concentrated on breathing and ignored my parched throat.
Joe pinched my ass check hard enough to leave a bruise. I sucked in as much air as I could and moaned in agony. A knot formed under the skin.
“Listen Kelly. This is important. They kept mostly steer at first and did so successfully. Every generation improved the operation, and spent all the extra capital buying up farmland from people who were moving to the cities in droves to work in factories. Fast forward to today, the five families own almost all the farm land and all the Dairies in three states.”
I continued to struggle, but I was curious, so as Joe spun the story I started to relax a little. His voice, the way his hypnotic fingers ran up and down my back, lulled me into a more comfortable state. Or as comfortable as you can be with a gag in your mouth and arms tied to a bed.
“From the outside,” Joe pushed my hair gently away from my cheek. “It looks like an American tale of hard work, courage, fortitude.”
I rolled my eyes, which earned me several more slaps on the buttocks and thighs. Each sting turned to a slow burn until the pain seemed to overwhelm the bottom half of my body.
Joe’s breathing was labored, his rock hard cock squished between my hip and his belly. “And that’s all true, though it’s not the whole truth.”
Shocking.
Not.
“Our ancestors were hard men. They shared their wives without even asking their permission. Women were property. They rode them hard in bed and out, which is why many of them had three or four consecutive wives in a time when women outlived men by decades.”
Joe put a hairy thigh between mine and spread them. His strong thick fingers twisted the tender white flesh between my thighs. I yelled behind the gag, taking deep breaths to keep from crying.
He waited for me to stop struggling and ran his fingers lightly along the sore flesh. I jerked at the tenderness.
His smile was grim, his breathing heavy.
“There has never been a divorce in our family. Ever. We hold a monopoly on most of the agricultural industry in three states, which by default means we hold the politicians to our will. We have more money than we can ever spend, but are expected to maintain our family traditions. It takes a lot of hard work to find the perfect mate. Well, it takes most of us a lot of work,” he sneered. “Some have the perfect woman fall right into their laps, just like everything else in life.”
I remembered the conversation with Mark yesterday. Maybe Mark snagged the woman Joe wanted?
Good. She was better off as far as I was concerned at that moment.
Nothing like second place to make a girl feel special.
Joe licked his finger and slid it inside me. I lay flaccid, fear birthing disgust. Being tied up, pinched and slapped while dry mouthed with a pillow case, and listening to an overlong monologue was not on the ‘how to get me hot’ list.
He raised an eyebrow at my less than stellar response, as if he couldn’t understand why I wasn’t dripping with arousal.
His thick finger found my clit and began a slow deliberate assault.
“So we go to great lengths to find the perfect woman.” He kissed my upper arm, his fingers rotating slow, slow, slow. “Did Mark happen to tell you what that entails?”
I didn’t answer, just glowered and tried to ignore his finger on my clit.
He reached above my head and picked up something I couldn’t see. A moment later I felt warm lubricant on my ass cheek.
What did Joe think he was going to accomplish by tying me up and gagging me? And why did he think it involved lubricant?
His cock was still hard against my hip, but he made no move to mount me. Instead his hand rubbed a small circle in the warm lube and carried it to my pussy. He used his index finger to rub it into my pussy lips, massaging until they were glistening, giving extra slippery attention my clit.
The slick heat of his fingers started to work its magic on my treacherous pussy while the rest of my body flushed with the slaps and pinches.
Just like he knew it would.
“The reason you’re here is because I think you are my mate. Someone I can grow old with. You are very important to me Kelly and I wanted you to meet my brothers.”
It wasn’t exactly a declaration of undying love, but it still made my heart race. No man, in my entire life, ever uttered those words, or any like them, to me. I almost gave in, almost forgave him, and thrust against his persistent fingers like my pussy wanted too. Until the pillow cases chaffed my wrists and I remembered what being a mate in his little fucking group meant.
Nothing.
Nothing real anyway.
He pushed another lubed finger into my cunt. It contracted though I willed it otherwise.
He leaned down, hot breath in my ear. “I want to give you babies Kelly. I want to dress you in the finest lingerie and eat it off you. I want you by my side, in business, and in the bedroom. I will share you with those bastards, but only when I have too. The only thing you have to do, the one small task I ask, is for you to submit. All the women have to willing be led by their mate. It’s worth it. I will lay the world at your beautiful feet. Trust me. Trust in me.”
It occurred to me in that instant that perhaps Mark was wrong, perhaps he was too drunk or too gay to get the facts straight, or perhaps I was too drunk to grasp it all.
It never occurred to me Joe was lying.
While my mind pondered, my body gave Joe the benefit of the doubt.
He licked my neck and my pussy clenched, I thrust against his hand.
“That’s it baby. See? You’re mad at me, but your body forgives me. It knows I am good for you.”
I felt one of my toys seeking entrance to my channel. I spread my legs a little to make room.
Joe slid it into my pussy and turned on the vibrating clit attachment. Little shock waves of pleasure shot immediately up to my tits.
Joe smoothed the rest of the lube into my ass crack.
He was going to fuck my ass, and heaven help me, a rush of wetness flooded my channel.
“Do you believe me?” He kissed my shoulder.
I looked from the wrist restraints back to him as if saying…uh, hello? Untie me first.
He ignored it.
I narrowed my eyes and cussed him through the gag.
So much for trust.
His grin was a harsh slash on his face. He gave me two hard slaps on the ass causing me to tense up. Without even a finger’s preparation, Joe spread my ass cheeks and plunged his thick long cock balls deep.
It hurt.
It throbbed.
He’d never been that deep, or that rough before.
I bucked against him, trying to expel it, the gag stopping my screams.
He stayed deep, unmoving, his weight a heavy load upon my back. His hands reached forward and roughly grabbed my tits, pinching hard, twisting.
I bucked and tried to hit him in the mouth with the back of my head. My shoulders wrenched and for a moment I thought they might pull out of the sockets.
“Submit Kelly.” He slapped my ass again in retaliation, and continued his assault on my tits. “Submit to me baby, your body has already accepted it.”
Tears of pain and humiliation slipped down my cheeks.
I was so full. The vibrator continued its assault on my clit, rotating slowly deep inside. What once gave me so much pleasure now seemed intrusive, unwanted, perverted.
Joe pulled me onto my knees and elbows, arms still securely bound. Without preamble, he pulled almost all the way out, so only the circumcised head of his cock was inside my ass, then crammed himself, balls deep, back inside.
Great rending shots of red hot pain tore through my rectum and out into my womb. I screamed and screamed behind the gag. This was not the way Joe taught me to ass fuck. This was brutal, hard.
I fought against the restraints until my shoulders burned with the effort, the headboard creaked in protest and Joe pulled out completely.
Before I could sigh in relief, he rammed back in dry. The bastard pulled out to wipe the little bit of lube from his cock, to make it as painful as possible.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact my careful, meticulous lover was being so brutal, so cold. As at other times in my life when reality turned painful, every single detail seemed to sharpen, the action slow, as if to draw out as long as possible so the situation might be engraved in my memory and not a mere snapshot.
The room was backlit, the soft glow of the morning sun hugging the green and blue checked curtains. I heard a fly caught in the blinds on the window buzzing, slamming itself against the glass in a fruitless effort to escape. I smelled sex and sweat. I tasted the bleach the spa used on the linens, could smell small whiffs of vanilla fear from my own skin. The deck of cards sat innocently on the round laminate table beside the bed and the red digital clock glowed a red hot, 10:30.
In that moment of crystal clear reality, when time seemed to stand still so I might observe every detail, feel every bit of pain, my mind leapt away. It went to a calm, pain free, logical and calculated place. And the first thing it did once fully detached from the white hot pain in my ass, was remind me how foolish I was to leave the safety of the familiar with a stranger. How my quest to cum led me to this moment. How despite the sex, Joe was still virtually a stranger.
Joe forced his cock so deep inside on some level I was sure he eviscerated my bowels.
My body howled and writhed, while my mind calmly wondered how many stitches would be required to repair my anus.
He shoved again and again abusing my shell, trying to rip my mind from calm cool detachment, back into the pain.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. My mind was safe, but my flesh most definitely was not.
“Submit,” he growled. “Stop fighting me.”
Joe leaned forward, sank his teeth into my shoulder. Warm sticky saliva ran down my shoulder onto my bobbing breast, dripping onto the sheets.
He grunted and picked up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. “When you think about believing that faggot over me, in anything, remember that you are taking the word of someone who likes to be fucked just like this. Fantasizes about men like this, instead of all the sweet pussy he can handle.” He punctuated each word with a sharp deep rotation.
He was tearing me asunder.
I screamed behind the gag as red hot flares of pain shot up my ass and into my back with each rotation. Snot ran freely down my chin; saliva, dripped red on the sheets from the bite on my shoulder.
My mind calmly wondered if the bite might leave a scar. Some women have tattoos; I’d have a perfect set of dental imprints. A reminder of the ass rape I took for being naïve enough to fly out of state with someone I really didn’t know outside the bedroom.
Joe’s breathing was ragged, harsh, totally aroused. All the times we fucked and never once did he sound so turned on, so dominant. “Mark will bring disease into you, into her, into our family if we don’t restrain him,” Joe shoved so hard I expected to feel his cock in my chest.
“Stop. Stop.” I begged behind the gag, my body thrusting forward and back with each movement. “Please stop.”
He flipped the vibrator in my pussy on high, the clitoral stimulator whipped back and forth in a chaotic frenzy.
My nipples throbbed, stung from his constant pinches. My asshole was on fire, and the bite on my shoulder was starting to burn. My wrists chaffed and I couldn’t breathe. My mind took an inventory of all my complaints and quietly decided it was all something I could endure. Survive.
Still, the vibrator rotated and flicked my clit unceasingly.
“I am the man for you Kelly. Me!” He pistoned in and out of my tight ass, the bed banged against the wall with such fury I wondered why someone wasn’t knocking at the door to inquire about the hammering. His grunts chased the smell of blood and sex around the room.
My body started re-acting, but my mind was practically filing its nails wondering how long an ass rape can last.
I felt the orgasm building, fought it, pushed back against Joe, trying to dislodge his enormous cock from my ass. But I couldn’t stop it. The clitoral stimulation, the fullness of Joe’s cock, and yes to my surprise, the pain to some extent, all worked together to bring me to a shuddering, life altering climax.
My mind waited for the ripples to fade. They grew in intensity. One bled into a stronger one, which burned into an even more powerful one. My womb contracted, my pussy clamped down so hard on the vibrator it stopped rotation. But the cumming went on and on and on and on.
I screamed. I cried. I ground against his cock trying to make the pain in my ass negate the pleasure in my pussy. But the orgasms were relentless. They continuously sprang from my womb rocking the walls of my cunt, grasping pleading, pleasuring until nothing but need and darkness remained.
Instead of fighting the darkness, I reached for it, the endless orgasms turning to sharp stabs of painful uterine seizures, before I submitted to oblivion.
“Oh yeah baby. I knew this would make you cum. You're so fucking perfect,” Joe yelled while shooting rope after rope of cum into my ass. “I. Love. You!”
It was the last thing I heard before slipping unconscious
