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Introduction:

A controlling female executive learns things she never imagined.

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*** Based on a PM and some comments in a forum thread. I am writing another first for me. Please understand that this is entirely fictional/fantasy. Everyone has sexual fantasies and if you cannot write about them, or think about them, then what freedom does one really have? Please send me PM’s or write a Comment. I like getting feedback… and as you can see from this it gives me ideas.

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The Handsome Rapist

It was another fine day at the office, if you are really into the weekly Management Team Meeting. I was and took my career very seriously. That particular meeting agenda was important. I had planned what I was going to do at it for the lest ten days.

I guess you would have to know more about my past to understand what motivates me to do certain things.

I made all the right moves in University. Making sure I volunteered for all the Business School charity events, was active in the Student Union, and was a Varsity swimmer was just part of the plan. The other was to worked part time at a bank, and meet a man who was going to fit in well with my future plans. By the time I graduated with my MBA I was well set for a bright career. I had made all the right connections, had a great network of contacts, and made use of them to advance myself.

The fact I am beautiful made it easier. My 5’5”, 115 lbs body is fit, trim, and curvy in all the right places. My breasts are a C cup and full and firm and sit perfectly on my chest. My ass is sculpted from a lot of time at the gym and I know it catches attention. Men can be so easy, when they see me walking toward them they almost always smile, even if they are walking with another woman. I usually can catch a guy checking out my ass after I walk by. At work I always wear a jacket, skirt, feminine blouses, nylons and 3” heels. My long black hair is always styled conservatively. I go for manicures regularly and my spa days are twice a month. I take care to always be conservative with just a hint of sexy. Being Japanese gives me an exotic factor that is in my favour, but also throws people off as they assume, somewhat rightly, that I am a workaholic. My upbringing makes it very easy for me to maintain a calm public face no matter what is happening. I can act demure at the drop of a hat.

At work I am viewed as unattainable. I don’t date guys I work with and cut them off if they are asking me out. I love being underestimated because of my looks. It causes those who view me as an object to fall into whatever trap I lay for them.

I advanced to management by lulling my previous two bosses into a false sense of security and then turning on them, reporting their transgressions with proof, and always in the most innocent way.

Towards my coworkers, as I advanced, I was always very pleasant. I made time for them and worked at gaining their trust. It helped me to know what they were up to, manipulate things to my advantage, and ensure that I always performed just a bit better than them.

In short, I am a political animal and ruthless. The fact I can actually do my job very well helps. It had made me the youngest Manager in the Company. I had over 100 people reporting to me and the Supervisory Team below me. I answered to the Director of Operations. Admittedly, I had my eye on his position, but at the time thought I needed to play the game for another year, unless he committed a major error and I could topple him.

The guy I was dating while in University, I dumped him. He wanted to take all his qualifications and work in for a non-profit group. No incentives, no advancement, no acceptable compensation package. Despite his family background, and his father’s own ruthless nature and wealth, he decided this and wanted us to move into a middle class neighbourhood I wanted no part of. He was talking of marriage and me staying home with the kids. My base salary at the time was 125K per year without the bonuses. He made 60K per year. If he thought I was going to kiss off my career and stay home, he was obviously not paying attention. I did not get my MBA to end up a stay at home baby factory living on a tight budget because my husband was not smart enough in career choice, lacked motivation, and could not afford a Nanny for the kids.

My parents intentionally drove me to seek success and view every business situation as a form of war.

As I was growing up my mother spent hours explaining strategy, politics, and manipulation. She helped me to learn how to examine the battlefield and used all aspects of that environment to advantage. She taught me all the subtleties and nuances that battle on the business front entailed, and how to understand and know my opponent. It was one of the best things she ever did for me. She was like Sun Tzu, Miyamoto Musashi, and Nicollo Machiavelli all rolled into one.

She gave me a pair of framed quotes which still hand in my home to this day.

The first one, quoting Miyamoto Musashi, reads “”The important thing in strategy is to suppress the enemy’s useful actions but allow his useless actions”.

The second, quoting Niccolo Machiavelli, reads “If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.”

Whether applied to war, politics, or business they have served me well.

I always knew what I wanted and she prepared me to ensure I would know how to get it.

The day that changed my life I never saw coming, I never imagined it could happen to me so fast. Of course I knew that my rapid advancement would create feelings of envy, doubt about my character, or even anger in others. I always knew that someone would feel the need to try and pull me down, but I knew I was prepared to face all my opponents and spent considerable time meditating and preparing.

So there I was, sitting in the meeting. I had dressed carefully that day as I knew the CEO was coming to the meeting, which was rare. We had a major new directive coming down regarding our new Mission Statement and it’s implementation. I knew the details of what was going to be discussed already and was prepared to shine.

I choose a blue skirt that was conservative in style, but just tight enough to reveal my narrow waist and the curve of my ass. It was the right length, but combined with my tan sheer nylons showed the promise and beauty of my toned legs. My blouse was a scoop neck white silk, and just transparent enough to reveal a hint of my lace undergarments. The bra presented my cleavage beautifully, but did not reveal it clearly, unless I chose to bend over to reveal my tender smooth flesh . The blazer was tailored and gave me an overall conservative look. Without it on my look would be very sexy, but elegant.

When the presentation was done by the CEO he invited our input. I was well prepared and I presented my ideas perfectly. It appeared I had been giving thought to issues we were now discussing, but did not have the appearance of having been told anything in advance. Of course I had been tipped off by a would be romantic interest. Any statistics I used I was careful to closely ball park them or openly refer to my departments own reports, that had been carefully prepared for this very meeting.

My acting was flawless. My boss did not resent me, but I could tell he wished he had been able to share some of my new found accolades. The other Manager’s actually supported me and one even thanked me for capturing the CEO’s attention, as that Manager had not been prepared properly to even attend a regular meeting.

I am usually cautious with female Manager’s as they tend to be rather more intuitive than my male colleagues, but even they fell for it. It had gone so much better than I thought possible.

When the meeting concluded and we adjourned to a Country Club for the lunch I was asked to sit at the CEO’s table. I handled the lunch magnificently and the CEO told the VP of Operations, and my Director, that he wanted me assigned to the committee implementing the changes. They agreed and both supported me, but I did see my Director flinch when he heard it.

I knew what he was thinking, that he would have to watch his back. Musashi said “”In battle, if you you make your opponent flinch, you have already won.” In time I would finish him. Consciously he didn’t realize it yet, or understand the extent of the threat I represented.

After lunch I spoke to my Director and said everything necessary to make him feel better. I also hinted that if I would pass along anything of use to him, thus ensuring that both of us prospered and our Division looked better than the others. He believed me and appreciated that. I wanted him calm and to believe I posed no threat, but rather was his friend. His biggest shortcoming is that he has never been able to recognize an enemy.

When the CEO and Vice President invited me into a private room, of course I accompanied them. I could see an appreciation for my appearance in both their eyes. I used all my charm and expressed appreciation for their allowing me such a prestigious opportunity.

The CEO explained that between the meeting and lunch he had reviewed my file and was quite sure that I was perfect for the job. He indicated that he wished he had heard of me sooner. My Vice President offered me anything I needed.

They then began a discussion about the corporate structure and my placement in it. Because of various policies and memorandums they concluded that my current job title and assignment would create problems. On the spot they promoted me they gave me the title of Deputy Director, assigned to the position of Special Assistant to the Planning Committee.

That was massive as that committee was responsible for the Mission implementation, our Business Plans, Capital Planning and had a major voice in the budget. I asked what exactly I would be doing. I was told I would be their travelling eyes and ears, gather information from whatever area I was sent to, and be asked to draw up recommendations for review by the Committee. Basically I now had access to the entire Board, and their clout behind me. It also meant close contact with the CEO. I have no doubt that factored into his decision. I knew his wife, a frumpy shrew who held him in thrall simply by the financial cost of divorce. I knew he would be easy to manage if he even thought he had a chance to get his hands on my body.

The compensation package was roughed out and was substantial. I would have to work long hours and travel a great deal, but this was a huge opportunity and I accepted it. The CEO asked if I wanted to discuss it my my husband and I managed not to show any resentment, saying “I’m not married or currently involved.” His response was “Perfect.” I saw a look in his eyes and knew he was having some very pleasant ideas.

I left there with the Vice President, who broke the news to my Director at the office. Naturally I held onto my receptionist, she was very loyal and the transfer meant about $20K more a year for her. Megan was almost slavish in her devotion to me and always passed the trust exercises I tested her with, and they were often. A pretty young blonde woman only two years younger than me, she was very proud that she worked for me.

The new corner office was on the 19th floor and has a spectacular view. With fanatical zeal Megan was getting me settled in nicely. I particularly enjoyed choosing the furnishings and the opportunity to design my environment.

I decided it was time to celebrate and invited Megan out, along with Manager’s who I knew would be useful in the future if I ever came back as a Director. We went out to a very nice executive bar and had a great time.

That night changed my life. I never envisioned a complete stranger as being the one that would crack my armour and expose things about me that would prove a revelation.

Rarely do I ever get intoxicated, and never around people I work with. I had taken off my blazer and was enjoying relaxing and solidifying my ties with these people. It was interesting watching them jockey for my attention as I was now someone they deeply desired to have on their side.

At the end of the night I went outside, with Megan, to get her a taxi. She was not drunk, but was pretty well on the way. As we stood outside the bar she kept hugging me and thanking me. She kissed my cheek, which was a first, telling me how grateful she was and what an amazing woman I was. When she kissed my mouth I was caught off guard, I had not realized she liked women. I let the kiss linger for a few seconds, with my hand gently holding the back of her head, and when it ended I leaned back and said “You are so drunk…” laughing I continued “..and you’re molesting your Boss.”

She winked at me and said “I will do so much more if you like.” with a seductive look. I admit that I found her very appealing and it would not be my first encounter with a woman by any stretch, but this was not the time.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead, hugged her and said “That’s very sweet Megan, but lets talk about this another time okay?”

A look of worry crossed her face and she said “Are you mad at me? I’m so sorry Miss Tanaka.”

Still smiling I said “How can I be mad? I just think this is not the place or the time. I’m not sure it is even appropriate, but angry? Never, not with you.” I hugged her again and said “You have been drinking, don’t even worry about it or try and analyze it.”

Looking into her eyes she looked relieved but kind of worried. I leaned in and lightly kissed her and said “Your ride is here.” The kiss calmed her tremendously and I put her in the taxi and waved after closing the door.

I turned around to walk back in the bar and there was a guy standing nearby I had not noticed. He smiled at me and said “That was so fucking hot. You two are gorgeous together.”

Looking at him I simply said “Thanks” was all I and started walking again.

“Where are you going?” he asked stepping up to me as he dropped his cigarette and stepped on it.

He was about 6′ tall, wearing a leather coat over what appeared to be a bartender’s uniform from this establishment. He was very fit, clearly worked out, has short brown hair, blue piercing eyes, and quite honestly was very handsome. The way he moved suggested he was a strong personality, probably a very determined person. I could also see a large bulge in his pants.

Stopping again I said “Back inside” gesturing with my hand.

He was standing close to me and smiling down at me. His eyes glanced over my body and he said “Why?”

“My jacket is at the table still and I need it.” I replied softly.

“Okay” he said “Get your jacket and come back outside.” I looked at him and didn’t say anything, I just turned around and went to get it. What the hell was I doing? This might turn out to be a really bad idea, but I didn’t want to over think it.

I went back outside and he was standing leaning against the building. I stopped and looked at him. He raised an eyebrow and I walked over to him. He smiled and took my jacket from me and helped me put it on.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Saya, Saya Tanaka.” I said quietly. The way he was looking at me, that hard probing look in his eyes made me feel so tiny.

“Come with me Saya” he said, putting his arm around me and walking down the street with me away from the bar. My heart was starting to race, I was being stupid, this was really not smart. What the hell was I thinking doing this?

We walked and he asked me if I was married, do you live with anyone, are you seeing anyone. The answer to all the questions was “No” in a quiet voice.

We were passing an alley when he grabbed my arm and half dragging me pulled me down it. When we reached a secluded area he pushed my back against the wall and leaned into me.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt a tinge of real fear. There was no way I could stop what was about to happen. He moved like a tiger and I discovered his muscles were like cords of steel.

He placed one hand on my throat and leaned in. He didn’t kiss me, but sniffed his way from my cleavage, up my neck, and to my hair.

He made a low “Mmmmmmmmmm” sound and said “Do you taste as good as you smell? Lets find out.”

His other hand pulled up my skirt and his fingers slid up my thigh and when he reached my panties he said “I don’t like underwear” and ripped the lace, tearing them off. He took them in his hand and said “Open” as he held them by my mouth.

When I hesitated he slapped my face with the hand holding them and gripped my throat tighter. I cried out and he said low and menacingly “This is going to go one of two ways Cunt. You can either be a good slut or a bad slut. Bad sluts get their asses beat. What’s it going to be… are you a good slut or a bad slut?”

I stared at him, tears coming into my eyes, and meekly said “I’ll be good.”

“A good what bitch?” as he tapped my forehead with his index finger.

I whimpered and said “A good slut.”

“Then open your fucking mouth slut.” he growled.

I immediately did so and he shoved the panties in my mouth.

He ran his hand down over my face and to my chest, and slapped my still clothed tits “That was for hesitating to answer” he said. He pulled back his hand and slapped them hard again and said “That was because I wanted to.” smiling evilly.

I was crying and my tits hurt. My head was pressed against the wall and I could do nothing. I was breathing hard through my nose because he had gagged me with my torn panties and I was very afraid now, wondering what was to come.

He leaned in and licked my face, tasting my tears. I could not turn away because of his grip. Leaning back and looking into my eyes he said “I like the taste of your tears… you are so beautiful when you cry.”

I whimpered and he kissed my neck.

His free hand now moved down between my legs and he roughly jammed two fingers into my pussy. I was crying and whimpering as he roughly fucked my pussy with his meaty fingers.

When he stopped he brought them up before us so we could both see them. They were coated with my juices, I had gotten wet from his treatment.

“Look at this you fucking whore.” He laughed “This is turning you on. You’re a seriously fucked up little cunt aren’t you? See how wet you are?’

He licked his fingers and said “That is a really sweet tasting cunt you have there. You are going to be my sweet little fuck meat tonight.”

He reached back down and began roughly finger fucking me again, this time though he curled his fingers upwards and made sure his thumb was smashing hard against my clit. I was still whimpering when he started this and then heard myself moan when my body shook.

“Holy shit you fucking whore! You really are a fucking little Asian cunt. You like this, getting your slutty little shaved pussy finger fucked in a nasty alley.” he was saying this into my ear and was still licking my face, gathering my tears.

My body betrayed me completely and I knew this rapist was going to make me cum all over his fingers. When I came my body convulsed and the only thing holding me up was his powerful hand around my throat. He was laughing at me and biting my ear as I rocked through my forced orgasm. I was so ashamed that he made me cum.

He took his fingers out of my soaking pussy and brought them up to my mouth. He smeared them over my cheeks and told me to sniff them. I could smell my juices as he rubbed them around.

He reached back down and slapped my pussy hard. I screamed into my torn panties as he spanked my pussy and my inner thighs. The tears he loved to taste kept flowing as he greedily licked them off of my face.

When he roughly started finger fucking me again he was doing it so hard he was almost lifting me off the ground with the force of it. My tears were flowing freely and running down my face. I was humiliated that I was being made to cum by this way. He was using my body for what he wanted.

He made me shudder through another orgasm and brought his hand up. He released my throat, jamming his thigh between my legs hard to keep my from falling, crushing it into my cunt. My bare ass scraped against the brick behind me.

He ripped the gag out of my mouth with one hand and jammed his thick fingers, coated with my own juices in, making me taste myself. He fucked my mouth with his fingers saying “Suck them”. I knew better than to try and defy him and did as I was told. He laughed at me and pulled his fingers out. He held them in front of my mouth and said “Lick them”

I reached out with my tongue and began licking them as he rotated his hand around, making me clean them for him.

He lowered his hand and brought both to my chest, mauling my breasts through my blouse and bra. My whimpers were clearly audible now.

“You are a serious piece of ass slut.” he said as he continued molesting my tits. “Your probably hot shit at work right whore?” I nodded and he said “Use you words cunt” he growled.

“Yes” I said.

“Probably have a nice office. Everyone was kissing your ass tonight. You a rich cunt?”

“No, not rich.” I said meekly as he crushed my breasts cruelly making me cry out.

“Fucking liar. Everything about you screams money. How much do you make?” he demanded.

“175 a year” I managed to whimper out with the pain he was causing.

“You suck cock at work to get ahead, or are you a fucking tease?”

“I’ve never sucked cock at work.” I said a little too proudly.

He slapped my tits making me scream in pain. “Who was the little slut you were kissing?”

“My receptionist, Megan.” I moaned out.

“You ever fuck that?” He asked.

“No, that was the first time we did that.” I whimpered, the pain he was causing my breasts as he slapped and kneaded them was becoming too much.

He took a hold of my blouse and ripped it open, tearing the expensive garment in half, torn threads hanging from it. He looked down at my bra encased tits and said “Those are some hot fucking tits” and he pulled out a small knife from his pocket.

I screamed and he slapped my face causing my head to hit the wall. I was dazed by the pain as he took the knife and cut my bra off. Through the ringing in my head I felt him grab my nipples and twist them, almost tearing them off he was so rough. “Oh yeah cunt. Your fucking nipples are perfect. I could do this to you all night.”

He kept twisting them making me cry out and started slapping them again between twists. I was a wreck and started to fall over to the side. My breasts were on fire and my sensitive nipples hurt so much I expected to see blood on his hands. He grabbed my throat hard with one hand pulled me upright and pushed my head back so it hit the wall. If it wasn’t for my thick hair I am sure I would have been knocked out.

He stopped abusing my tits and leaned back looking at them. He was smiling as he began gently caressing them. After his abuse, this still hurt, but he new touch although painful had a new element and I was feeling pleasure. The humiliation was so hard to take.

“You don’t have to do this” I said through tears “I will do what you want.”

He looked me in the eyes and said “I am doing what I want. I wanted to abuse your sweet fucking body from the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re so fucking beautiful Saya, and pain looks really hot on you… I love your fucking tears, the way you whimper like only a good little Asian slut can. Your big expressive eyes. Those full lips that are just begging to be kissed and fucked. I’ve raped a lot of women but your the Slut Queen. Your such a delicious little fuck toy. Your tits look so good, I bet the bruises will be so fucking hot on you. I think I’m addicted to you.”

When he was done speaking he leaned in and lightly kissed me. He leaned back and looked into my eyes and I knew what he wanted, and I obeyed. When he kissed me again I opened my mouth and kissed him back, sliding my hands up and gently placing them on his hard chest. I knew what he would do if I didn’t give him what he wanted, I had no choice. I was so conflicted about this and hated the fact I noticed he was a really good kisser. After a couple of minutes of hot kissing he leaned back and looked down at me. I could see he was pleased.

“That was very good my sweet little slut. Your lips were as nice to kiss as I thought they would be.” he said gently.

He leaned down and started licking my tits and the gentle oral attention felt good on my skin. I should have known better. He began lightly licking my nipples, gently sucking on them, and then suddenly bit me hard and slapped my other tit. I screamed at the shock and he did the same to the other breast slapping the breast he had made wet with his tongue. He began sucking as much of my tits as he could into his mouth and biting them painfully. He drew back and said “Fucking great tits. Look at them.” he ordered.

I looked down. My beautiful tits, the objects of so many lustful filled stares from men, and a point of pride for me, were a flaming red. I could see his teeth marks on them and the hints of the bruises they would have from his abuse.

“Do you like that? Do you like the way they look?” he asked staring at them with admiration.

“It does not matter what I think, you like them that way” I said. Where the hell did that come from I thought to myself and felt a rush of humiliation.

He jerked my neck causing me to look in his eyes and said “That’s the most romantic thing I have ever heard, and fucking hot. You are a Good Slut.”

He leaned in and kissed me hotly, moving his hands and wrapping his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. There I was, my jacket open, my blouse torn to shreds hanging under it, my skirt forced up around my waist, with my torn panties laying on the ground next to us. All of that and I was passionately sucking face with my rapist, devouring his tongue. As humiliated as I felt I now also thought I was a depraved slut. I could not believe how this was making me feel. I had no idea how depraved he would make me.

He ended our kiss and smiled at me “You don’t even understand what you are in for do you?”

“No” I said honestly.

He set me back down gently and smiled at me sweetly, his left hand gently caressing my face and running through my hair “It’s almost a shame, but not quite.”

When his right hand slapped me full force in the face I was caught off guard and fell to the side and backward from it, slamming into the wall and landing on my stomach on the ground.

“You just a fucking whore, a slut, and I am going to use you like one.” he said as I was laying on the ground, my head spinning from the hit. I knew I had blood coming from my mouth. I tried to lift myself up but the world was spinning. My knees hurt and I knew my nylons were ruined. He had hit me so hard I lost my left shoe.

As I was struggling to get up I felt him wrap a fist in my hair and he jerked me to my knees and then pushed my head back down into the pavement.

“That ass is a work of art. Holy shit it’s nice. You have a fucking great body slut. Thanks for sharing it.” and he started spanking my ass, alternating cheeks and sometimes my pussy. I was crying and whimpering and started begging him to stop. When I did that he shoved his fingers back into my pussy.

“Shut up, I told you, this is what I want slut.” as he finger fucked me roughly.

“I can’t believe how wet you are you twisted little bitch.” he laughed as he did it. He forced me to cum again and went back raining hit down on my poor tender ass. My position left no protection and he beat me until my throat was raw from my cries and all I could do was whimper.

“Oh shit this is so fucking hot. I wish you could see your ass, the welts are so fucking hot on you.” he said softly.

When he leaned forward and kissed my asshole I jerked.

“Oh. Whats the matter slut? Never had that fine ass fucked?” he asked

“No. Never.” I said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t do anything to me that way. Anal sex fucking hurt. I had not seen his cock, but the bulge looked fucking huge last time I saw it.

I did not realize he was naked behind me until I felt his unprotected cock at the entrance to my pussy.

“You on the pill slut?” he asked

“No, it makes me sick” I said

“Really… well lets get some baby batter in there and see what pops out.”

“No!” was all I managed to say before he drove a cock that felt like it was as big as a cock deep into my cunt. He slapped my ass and said “You a tight fucking slut. When was the last time you had cock in your pussy?”

I whimpered out “5 months.”

“That is such a fucking waste of prime cunt.” he said as he started fucking in and out of me. I was crying out as he was slamming into my cervix and it hurt. He would hold himself inside and grind against it loving the feel. I was begging him tearfully but stop but he just ignored me. He kept fucking away at me, my tits grazing the pavement painfully under me.

“I’m going to knock you up whore.” my nameless rapist said.

Whimpering as he fucked me and he didn’t seem to care how much noise I made. He thoroughly fucked and used my precious pussy, a sweet tight little hole only a few men had ever experienced. When I felt an orgasm building I started to cry, full body wracking sobs, because I was utterly betrayed and humiliated, degraded and defeated. I was enjoying this and that was so fucking wrong.

As I heard him saying “Fuck yeah slut, gonna cream you up real good” he gripped my hips and ground his cock deep in me until I knew his head was sitting right at my cervical opening. He pulled me back as far as he could and I managed to scream as he forced the head into my womb, his big cock swelling as he shot a hot stream of his potent cum directly into my womb. My orgasm hit and my rapist cried out as he felt my pussy flexing, milking him, trying to get every drop of cum from his balls.

I collapsed completely, but he still held my hips up, keeping himself locked inside me. I was crying and he said “That is the best cunt I have ever cum in. Holy shit. That’s not bullshit either.”

He was panting and he brought a hand around from my hip, gently caressing the globes of my ass.

Suddenly I heard a male voice say “Holy shit! You got the Japanese bitch? I’ve been wanting to rape that cunt since I first saw her!”

My rapist replied “It was easy, she came along so sweet and she is such a good little slut.”

The other male stepped around us and arrived up by my head. “Man you really fucked her shit up dude.” he said. “You fuck her face yet?”

“No. This slut is going to get all my cum in her cunt, and only her cunt. She isn’t on the pill.”

The second guy laughed and said “You’re gonna knock her up?”

My Handsome Rapist caressed me gently and said “Hey, she is fucking hot and the kid is going to be gorgeous, I am going to enjoy seeing her pregnant. Hope it’s a girl.”

I laid there hearing this and just died inside. My mind broke I think, I just could not function, stopped feeling and felt no emotions at all. What had I gotten myself into?

I didn’t react when the new arrival grabbed my hair and pulled my up onto all fours and shoved his smelly cock in my mouth. I remembered having seen him at the bar a few times, a bus boy I think. He was ugly and hygiene was clearly optional with him. Once he was well positioned he held my head tight and raped my mouth.

Watching this happen must had spurned Handsome Rapist on. His cock didn’t get soft and he just let the force of my mouth being raped move my body back and forth on his cock, his head lodged inside my womb still. He was moaning and commenting on what an amazing fuck I was.

The guy fucking my face asked if he could try out my cunt and I heard “Fuck no, she is going to be mine. All mine. Is she good with sucking cock?”

“Oh yeah, bitch opened up real good.” I think my broken mental state just allowed him into me since I was detached. I don’t even think I gagged. When he filled my mouth with cum I could not swallow it all and it dribbled onto my chin.

Handsome Rapist took it all in and it had aroused him big time. He yelled out “Oh shit I’m gonna nut in you again slut.” as he shot his second hot load deep into me.

After a few moments he let me go and I fell onto my side on the ground. My ripped clothes hanging about me, panting for air. I did not even try to get up.

They stood up and I watched in a detached way as they both lit cigarettes and discussed something about Smelly Guy’s work schedule. I didn’t pay much attention until I heard Smelly Guy say “Hey, can I fuck her ass?”

My original rapist looked down at me and seemed to be thinking. “Yeah, okay, but if you go near her cunt I swear I will kick the shit outta you.”

“Relax man, I heard you the first time.”

Stepping up to me Smelly Guy picked pulled me up and forced me to stand, he bent me over a stinking garbage can and spit on my ass. He leaned in and licked it for a while, then shoved two fingers inside and started stretching it. He didn’t care that I was whimpering, my legs weakly flailing. He didn’t care that I was crying or that he was about to do something no one ever had.

He took his finger out, lined up his cock and forced it inside. I felt like I was tearing apart, but lacked the strength to even scream. There was nothing pleasant about this, my asshole was burning as began raping it, violating my final hole, using me like an anal fuck toy. I simply laid there. I don’t know how long he fucked me but when he came he yanked my hair pulling my face up, as his cock finished throbbing it cum deep into my bowels he jerked my head around as he pulled me up. He said “Thanks cunt, nice ass.” and spit on my swollen and cheek.

He let me go and I fell to the ground. I was in so much pain and so broken I could not move at all. I just laid there. I was not even crying. I had no more tears left.

“Here” I heard Smelly Guy say. Glancing over I saw him handing my Handsome Rapist some money. “You always get the best sluts.” He walked away leaving us alone.

My Handsome rapist walked over and knelt on the ground beside me. He lifted my upper body gently and caressed my swollen cheek, inspecting it.

He looked into my eyes and said “Are you really not on birth control.”

I mumbled “Yes” very quietly.

“I thought you were kidding about that.” he said

“No. But don’t worry about it.”

“Can I ask you a question?” he said as he gently kissed my forehead.

“Sure.”

“Why… why did you use our service? I mean I could not believe it when I read the information card and saw your picture. Your one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I’ve never felt guilt for doing what I am paid to do before… but you just seemed so… I don’t know, together.”

I leaned my head back and kissed his chin. I replied “I wanted to know.”

“Know what?” he looked concerned.

“What it’s like to be raped. I wanted to know what it was like to have no control, to not be making the decisions. What is is like to just give over… to be used, instead of using. To have a man just fucking use me without worshipping me like a precious little princess. I had to know.”

He kissed me gently and said “Well… what did you think. I tried my best, I really did.”

“I felt humiliated, degraded. I felt like a victim… a fucking sex toy. I had no control and you did everything I asked for and more. You helped me explore myself. I never knew I could ever enjoy that.” I said quietly cuddling into him. I added “I have tomorrow and then the weekend off work. I should be fine by Monday.”

“Saya, I’m going to get you home. If you like, I can stay with you. You need some TLC after all that.” he said as he gently caressed my hair.

“I don’t want any attachment forming, so lets keep this professional. For three days of TLC how much?” I asked.

“That will be three grand.” he said

“That’s fine. One other thing. I don’t want you to tell me your name. I am going to call you either Handsome or Mr. Smith, Understand?”

“Yes.” he said.

“You know Mr. Smith, the payback for this when I am healthy is going to be a bitch.”

“What?” he said.

“I plan to hire you another evening. There is something else I want to try. I want to see a man cry at my hands. There are things I want to do to you, things that will not be all together pleasant for you. Can you handle it?” I said.

“For you, to be under your control… I would definitely make an exception to my usual rules.” he replied.

Having settled that he carried me to my Mercedes. We drove to my home and I admit, My Handsome Rapist was a very talented Nurse as well.

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