The Betrayal

The Punishment Begins

I awake rather uncomfortable. I realized I was wearing clothes. All down the side of them ran some sort or scratchy material that was irritating my skin. At least they were warm. My bra was crooked, one breast hanging almost all the way out, my panties were tilted sideways. My shirt was ruffled, and my pants also twisted sideways. I lifted my head up and my wrist shot pain all the way down my arm. I yelped. I noticed my shirt was lined all the way down with snap buttons. The shirt looked like old jeans roughly cut into the shape of a shirt. He did the same thing with the pants. The sides looked crooked, and not quite right. I learned later the sides were lined with Velcro and that was what was itching my skin. I put my head down and cried. I wanted out. I wanted my wrist to heal. I wanted to take this all back. I don’t have a clue how long I laid there, or even if I fell asleep. I had no clue how long I’ve been there. I wanted my old Sean back, the one that loved me for my insides, the one that respected me. If only I could get a little bit of that back, who knows what could have happened. The door opened and the now familiar footsteps entered the room and turned on the light.

“I’m back! Ready to play?” He was smiling. I looked in his hands, no knife, and no other weapons. I involuntary sighed. He looked at me crookedly. Then looked down at his hands and laughed. “I’ve got something better for you this time. What to know what it is?” He laughed and started unbuttoning his pants. “This time it’s all me, nothing extra. You’re in for a treat.” I heard his pants fall to the ground and heard him pull down his boxers. I closed my eyes. “First I gotta do a little rearranging.” I saw him rip the pants where the Velcro was along with my panties. I gasped not expecting it to go so fast. He then grabbed the poles my legs were tied to and lifted them. I immediately started thrashing my legs. He just laughed and told me know I deserved my punishment. He firmly put the poles back in upside down. He then came to the headboard and did the same. He was stronger than I thought. All my thrashing did next to nothing to deter him. I was now forced to lie on my stomach. He now got on the bed, resting on my bare behind. He was hardening.

“Punishment time.” I felt him raise his haunches and bring his knees down a bit. I could feel him start coming down. I tightened but he kept coming. I was holding it as tight as I could, but he was going in. I tried to shake him off but his weight was too much. I loosened my clench for a second while shaking and he took full advantage of it. He entered and I screamed. He went deeper and I screamed louder. “Now be a good girl and I might not do that… a lot… maybe.” He laughed as he got off me and started flipping me over again. I was glaring at him. Not able to find words harsh enough to say to him. He just took everything a step farther. I was now right side up again, and wondering what was next. He walked back to face me. He was getting back on the bed. He was leaning over me. A smile covered his face as his hand reached out and grabbed towards the top of my shirt. He was unbuttoning my shirt, painstakingly slow. All the while he was talking, half to himself, half to me. He was muttering about love, and me being a prick, and bitchy. He also talked about other girls how apparently, they were easy and beautiful and this wasn’t worth his time, but no girl was worth this trouble, especially one as ugly as me. I couldn’t help it anymore. I had to say something.

“Then why are you doing this!?!?” He just looked at me and smiled. He was almost done unbuttoning my shirt by now.

“Because, you’re the only one who wouldn’t give it up, and you’re the only one who fought back. I like that.” He smiled again, a glint of that look I once saw right before we started going out. He finished unbuttoning the shirt and now was pulling it out from under me. I started thrashing again only to hurt my other wrist. I don’t think I broke it though. “He chuckled. I thought I would be able to untie you tonight, guess not.” He mounted me again. This time he leaned forward bringing his face to mine. He pressed his lips to mine, and tilted his head. His mouth opened but mine remained shut. His tongue touched my lips. He muttered something about punishment and I opened my mouth. He told me I better not bite down if I ever want to see light again. I opened my mouth and did nothing. I just let him do what he wanted for now. What could I do? I wanted to leave at some point and I was almost sure now he would kill me. I was tempted to try it, however when I finally bit down, he had already moved his head away and I just snapped my teeth together. He was coming up. He was repositioning himself so that he was sitting on my neck.

“Time to try something new!” He smirked at me. “You know if you’d have some this earlier, we probably wouldn’t be here. I tried to hint it at you but you never bit.” He lifted himself up on his knees; he was positioned directly in front of me. I turned away from his erected p***s breathing quickly.

“What are you talking about?” I had my mouth clenched tightly now. I was trying to keep it away from my face.

“Just what every guy wants, no NEEDS, a decent blow job.” He was holding it in his hands trying to get it in my mouth. “If you don’t stay still, I’ll flip you over again.” I kept my head turned as far to the right as I could. “Now face me!” I didn’t move. He grabbed my chin and brought it towards him. “That’s better. Now open wide.”

“I don’t have to open that wide!” I shut my mouth fast, but he beat me and stuck it in my mouth. I bit down. He yelled and got up fast.

“That’s it! You’re getting it again. And you’re not going to be getting up for a while longer!” He slapped my face as he got up and walked towards the headboard. He flipped them before I even got a chance to move. He was at the bottom of the bed in a flash. I tried to move my legs but he was way too angry and just flipped it in a swift movement. He was on top of me before I could blink. I tightened myself but it was too late. He was already in. I screamed again, and again no one heard me. I sighed, and closed my eyes. This time he was rocking. He was coming out, going in, coming out. I was tightening but that didn’t stop him. Every muscle was as tight as I could make it. I was getting a headache. He finally pulled out. I sighed, and let myself relax. He walked to the foot of the bed and flipped the bars over, and walked to the headboard and did the same. I looked at him. He walked past me and went right back to where he left off. He stuck it in my mouth and ordered me to suck it. I did. I was thinking of ways to find a way out, and leave him forever when suddenly I was inhaling something that appeared in my mouth. I leaned over and spit it out. I saw white lying on the floor. He grabbed my face and brought it to him.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He slapped my cheek, hard.

“I wasn’t expecting that! I didn’t know you were going to make me eat it!” He just laughed.

“Well now you know.” He was not positioning himself on top of me with his head between my breasts again. I started breathing heavily. He was groping both breasts, pulling, pushing, and twisting. Every once in a while, he would rub across my n*****s, catching me off guard. Then he raised enough to bring his mouth to them. He took one in both hands and brought it to his mouth. He started sucking, and my back arched. Then his tongue started circling the hardened bud. He stopped and looked at me and smiled. My face was contorted. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Let’s give you a dose of your own medicine eh?” He lowered his mouth onto my n****e and bit. Lightly at first, but he gradually began biting harder. I inhaled quickly. My back was arched and I was doing all I could not to make a sound. He bit once more and I yelped with pain. This time I could feel a little blood trickle down. He started his routine of licking the wound. My back was twisting, I was holding my breath. He was not going to win this time. He stopped, but not until I also passed out from lack of air. I exhaled loudly. He looked up and gave me a crooked look. Then he smiled. He knew.

“Please stop.” I looked desperately at him. I wanted to leave, I wanted out. He only got up. I felt him harden as he slid down my body, zeroing in on his target.

“I’ll give you a small break.” He then lifted up and came down hard. I inhaled partly to the sudden extra weight partly since his hard self jabbed into the soft part of my stomach. He chuckled. He lifted up again, and this time came down slowly, adjusting his hips as he went. I stayed still; the sooner this was over the sooner I would be able to escape. He entered relatively smoothly, he started rocking again. This time he came down, then up and down again. I inhaled and shut my eyes. It would be over soon. When he finished, he pulled out and lay on top of me. I felt his head move, I assumed to look at me. “We can be done for now, but next time you better behave.” He laughed. He left the bed and picked up his clothes that were lying on the floor. He was watching me. I was thinking about how to get out. He picked up the makeshift clothes he had for me and started putting them on me. They were crooked and itched like crazy. When he finished he left me in the dark.

“Wake up.” Sean was shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes; he thoughtfully left the lights off. I lifted my head up trying to see what was going on. “Here drink this, it’s a protein shake so it should keep you full for a while.” I lifted my head, to drink some. It was chocolate flavored, with a strange tint of coconut and maybe banana? I started sipping air and he took the cup away. “I’ll be right back with another surprise I think you’re going to enjoy.” He laughed and left me in darkness. I sat there wondering what was next, what the surprise was going to be. It didn’t feel like it was very long until he came back into the room. He came back, casually dressed. He smiled, his lips shut still. The smile grew revealing his teeth, his sharp pointed canines. “You like? It’s your surprise.” He came towards me and leaned down. He bit my ear! It hurt to, and I started to tear up. They aren’t the cheap plastic ones from Halloween, so they are more like the same thing.” He then up righted himself and took off his shirt. He wasn’t built badly. A slight outlining of a six-pack was visible, and no extra body fat could be seen sticking out anywhere. He caught my eye, and smiled. “I always knew you liked my body but you don’t have to stare!” He then unbuckled his pants and took them off. He came and uneventfully ripped off the pants. He moved up to my torso. He looked at me for a minute and just ripped off the buttons and took off the shirt too. He leaned down and brought his face to mine. He opened his mouth and bit down on my nose. My eyes watered, and I could feel blood trickling down my face. He then took out a wipe from the first-aid kit and wiped it down. He finished it off with a Band-Aid. He then brought down his face and brought his lips to mine. Is sat still wondering what it was he was hoping to accomplish. I felt his tongue hit my lips and I obediently opened my mouth. All I wanted to do was get up and walk a bit, feed myself, dress myself. He then retreated and was pulling out my lip with his. He was now holding my lips with his teeth. Pain shot through my body as he bit down with one of his fake canines. He continues down. He was now on my neck. I unconsciously moved so that he could fit his head between my head and shoulder. He started sucking and I waited. He opened his mouth; he opened it very wide. He had his mouth around my neck. He bit me again. I remained still, other than the impulsive jerk I had immediately. I was hoping he knew what he was doing. I was hoping that he wouldn’t hit my artery, and let me bleed out. When he opened his mouth and removed it, he started licking as he was wiping with the cloth from the first-aid kit. He held it to my skin for a while until I assumed it stopped bleeding. Working his way down, he was kissing my skin until he got to my bra. He meticulously and painstakingly slowly unhooked one bra strap and laid it down on the bed next to me. He brushed against the top of my cup as he went to the other side and did the same. He moved to the center and finally unhooked the single front clasp. He slowly separated the halves and pulled it out from under me. He started messaging my breasts, one at first and later switching to the other. He put his mouth around one and bit lightly. I inhaled. He switched and bit the other a little harder. I inhaled a little faster. He kept going by sucking. I was starting to breathe faster. He was biting harder each time, and coming farther up. When he reached the n****e, I held by breath. He bit and I exhaled everything. He licked and I moaned. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold it in any longer. I may not appreciate the way he was going about it, but I was still human. He kept going only moving faster and switching sides. He started groping the other breast as his mouth worked over the other. Blood was oozing from the puncture wounds that were appearing all over them. My back was arching and I was starting to sigh, to moan. It was now futile to try to hold it back; my body was reacting to what he was doing. He was getting excited. He stopped to pull off my panties. He then hurriedly pulled down his boxers. I was breathing heavily trying to catch my breath, not wanting to come. He leaned down before mounting to bit my side. I yelled in pain, and snapped out of the mode I was in. I was back on the bed, tied down, being raped. I started yelling, in vain of course. He was now on top of me. “A little change of heart eh?” He leaned down to bit my nose again as he lifted himself into position. I was now moving, twisting my body trying to find a way to disrupt him. I had my knees sideways, and shut tightly. He looked at me and shook his head. “If you want to do it this way.” He grabbed the foot post and flipped them over. He walked to the headboards and did the same. He then leaned down to bit my butt cheek. I started bleeding and he mounted me and entered. I deserved it. I should’ve known the rules by now. Why didn’t I just let him do it? I was going with it. I was enjoying it in some sick twisted way. When he flipped me back over I sat still. I didn’t help him, but I wasn’t writhing either. He smiled and told me that was better. He leaned down. His head was between my legs. He was moving me around and I couldn’t help but shift my hips. I could feel him biting down, licking if he got blood, and moving on. I was going look like I got chicken pox by the time he was done. I kept shifting but he hit a nerve. I started rhythmically moving with his movements. I let another moan escape my chest. He got back up and was moving up, dragging his thing along my leg. He was hard again, and I knew what was coming next.

“Please, Please no. When is this going to stop?” He just looked at me.

“I got you going and you still don’t want me to continue?” I shook my head. “I could feel you coming, you were enjoying it. This will just be the finishing touch, the finale to all this fun.” He was pushing onto his hands and lifting up on his legs. I knew fighting was futile and I really really wanted to just sit up. So I didn’t fight. There was no way I was going to help him though, even if it did mean it would end sooner. I closed my eyes and started to breath. In, and out was all I was thinking. I felt him enter and I winched. I just kept breathing. Eventually he got off, and pulled on some clothes. I kept breathing; I was hoping I could fall asleep and go elsewhere. I could hear him throw on my clothes, but I was dozing off. I feel asleep at some point and went to that place where dreams live.