Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

_{(Part III, Part II, Part I)}

I find that sex is improved by being tied up and blindfolded, but I suspect that the way he fucked me would have been mind-blowing regardless.

It was just so thorough.

He moved and shifted inside me to see what would elicit the most profound reaction until I came just from the penetration. Then he grabbed my hips, found his angle, and fucked me until he claimed his own release.

I would have been happy to stop there, with him lying spent on top of me, but when he pulled out I whimpered and he laughed.

“Not done yet, are you? I was so looking forward to filling you with my toys.”

“I’m not sure…” I responded, hesitantly.

He leaned over me, fisted his hands in my hair, and whispered into my ear, “Just think about it. Think about them violating you. Imagine how it will feel when your fantasy comes true. Tentacles raping every one of your holes. Think about how horrible it’s going to be.” He paused as I moved underneath him and grabbed my hair harder to growl, “Think about how much you’re going to like it.”

“Now,” he continued, “I can stop right now and you can spend the rest of your life wondering what you missed, or you can let the monsters in. You can experience everything that makes you so wet when you sit at home reading stories on your computer: tentacles lashing your breasts, fucking your throat, your cunt, and your ass; being nothing more than a vehicle for some thing’s pleasure.  You can feel what it’s like to be not even a toy for a human, but a victim of the other…. or you can go home.  Do you want me to violate you? Is that what you want?”

I nodded.

“Out loud. You tell me out loud. Do you want me to use you or do you want me to stop.”

I shook my head and muttered incomprehensibly for a few minutes until I could force the words out. “Don’t stop.”

“What was that?”

“Please. I want it,” my voice was more certain. “Don’t stop.”

“Very well.” He stepped away from the bed, and I heard him rummaging through a drawer. When he came back he threw the tails of a whip across my breasts and I gasped.

“Yes?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good,” he said, and proceeded to beat my breasts. He never hit hard enough to cause damage, but after a few minutes with the whip, even the slightest touch against my skin made me quiver. Then, when my breasts felt warm all over, I felt him pinch the skin and place the first clothespin.

“All those tentacle monsters in the films use their suckers on women’s breasts to cover them with welts and marks. I don’t have suckers. I do have these.” As he talked he continued pinching and clamping and pinching and clamping until my breasts were covered with clothespins with an additional one on each nipple.

When he could find no more skin that was loose enough for his clamps, he ran his hands over them to make me move and then stepped back. “Do you have any thing you want to say to me before I continue?”

I shook my head.

“Then open wide,” he said, and introduced the first of the snakes into my mouth.

It was firm and long, and I sucked it like it was the cock I wished it was, as he advanced it towards my throat. He pushed in further and further until I gagged, and then drew back just enough to let me breathe.

Pausing just long enough to play with the clothespins and reawaken the pain they were causing, he moved down between my legs and the next thing I felt was something hard and wet pressing against my ass.

I reflectively clenched my muscles, and he slapped my thigh and said “Don’t make this harder on yourself. I will get all of these inside you… Whether you like it or not.”

As I forced myself to relax, he slowly worked the snake into my ass. It felt like it went frighteningly deep inside me, and it seemed to squirm as he pushed it in until he reached a place that seemed to satisfy him and stopped.

“You should see yourself right now,” he said, playing with the two tentacles that impaled me, one from each end, and making them twist inside me “All open and wanton. Just a slut full of holes to be filled.”

I moaned again around the snake in my mouth. The sensations were incredible, and I couldn’t wait to feel what he would do next.

“You’re so wet right now, little whore. You’re dripping on my bed,” he took his hands off the snakes and grabbed the front of my pubis in his fist, grinding his palm against my clit to make me move. “You want more, don’t you. You want that final penetration.” He squeezed harder. “Well you’re going to get more than you bargained for.”

I felt something at the entrance to my cunt, and it was another snake, working its way inside. It was hard, and as he moved it in and out, I could feel it rubbing up against the snake that was already in my ass. I flinched as the head pushed up against my cervix and he stopped and backed away.

A moment later, I heard the whine of a motor starting and then all three snakes began to move in sinuous circling motions inside of me. They didn’t go deeper, they just twisteded inside me and made me writhe around them.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” he said from somewhere near the bed. “I could watch that for hours. I love thinking about what they’re doing inside you… making you gag, rubbing you raw.” He put a cold metal object  in my right hand, “When it’s too much for you, ring that bell to make it stop. If you can hold out long enough for the sight of you being violated by my mechanical beast to make me ready again, I’ll fuck you one more time before you leave. If you can’t… when you ring that bell you can get up and go.”

The sensations were amazing, at first. The feeling of being fucked, and used, so mercilessly was overwhelming. But over time, I had no idea how much time, overwhelming started to become a literal truth. I wanted to hold out as long as I could. I tried. I let the snakes in my ass, my mouth, and my cunt fuck me raw, taking me from pleasure to pain until I just couldn’t stand it any longer.

Then I rang the bell.

The motor stopped.

One by one he removed the clothespins, and the pain from the blood returning to the long abandoned skin made me whimper and clench around the alien invaders that still filled me beyond all expectation.

The first snake was removed from my mouth and I swallowed and gasped for air.

The second snake was worked slowly from my ass and I shuddered around the sudden emptiness.

The final snake he pulled quickly from my cunt, and I gave in and screamed.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking his hands gently across my skin. “Very good girl. I had a very good time watching you submit to your own violation, and I am quite happy to say that you lasted long enough that you can have your reward.”

I whimpered as he slipped his well lubed cock back inside me and began to fuck me gently. Still, despite his care, every movement caused equal parts arousal and pain.

I started crying as he fucked me, and he asked me if I wanted him to stop.

“No,” I said, “Please. Hurt me with your cock. Fuck me how you want to.  Please.  Come inside me again. Use me for your pleasure. Take advantage of my pain.”

“Oh yes,” he said, and continued to move, thrusting deeper on each stroke. Every time he pushed inside me I whimpered harder until finally he came.

When he pulled out, I was shaking, and he untied each of my limbs and snuggled me close into his chest. “Are you okay?”

I nodded.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, drawing me closer.

I shook my head.

“Do you want to talk?”

I shook my head again, and we lay their dozing for a time, his arms wrapped gently around me, until we could regain our footing.

Eventually I found my voice again. “Wow.” I said quietly.

“Hey! You’re back.” I could feel him smiling into my my hair.

“Yeah.” I blushed, but I didn’t think he could see me.

“That was incredible,” he said into my ear. “You’re really, really hot.”

I rolled over to look him in the eyes, “You’re not so bad yourself.” I blushed again, “I… um… I…. Wow.” I buried my head in his chest.

“It was definitely an afternoon to remember,” he concluded and then chucked under his breath, “…. so… do you think I could ask your name?”

—The End—