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  Her body had shivered that night, as she lay naked on her stomach, Brad's hands pulling the ropes tightly, enjoying her cries of pain as they dug harshly into her tender skin. And then Brad had worked on her legs, tying them together, pulling them up to her arms until her body was bowed, her back aching. She found her naked body tied tightly, unable to even squirm. That was when Brad began to sexually attack her, as she lay bound, unable to stop him from touching and probing the most luscious parts of her body. His fingers had pushed inside her, her body only able to bounce, her sobbing adding to his lust. She couldn't do anything but take his sexual abuse.

  She always tried to recreate that night. She lay down on the bed, her legs parted slightly, her arms over her head like Brad had her that night. She grabbed the headboard, still able to feel the rope that secured her tightly to it, her breasts bared to him, his mouth and fingers tearing at her nipples until she screamed in pain. Even then he didn't stop, enjoying her tear filled eyes as he showed her the nipple clamps, the sharp serrated edges, the heavy spring that would keep the unyielding metal together. He had stuffed her panties in her mouth, stripping them from her body so he could silence the screams he knew she couldn't contain. She was thankful for that, the red hot agony racing through her nipples as her upper body shook to throw off the torture device. For ten minutes she had been forced to endure the biting hell of the clamps, finally having begged him to let her suck his cock in return for the release of pain. The clamps she used now paled in comparison, a slight bite on her nipples, but that was all that Keri needed now to relive the night with Brad.

  That night the clamps hurt as much coming off, as going on, Keri learning that the blood rushing back into the crushed tips was just as painful. Brad mounted her, his thighs on both sides of her head, his cock dragging hotly across her face, Keri forced to stick her tongue out so he could enjoy her humiliation as his balls slid across her tongue. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, making her open her mouth wide, his cock rubbing around her lips, Keri waiting for the inevitable touch of his cock in her mouth. She didn't have to wait long, Brad past reasoning now, Keri sexually arousing him to a fever pitch, wanting her to pay for it. He pushed his cock into her mouth, Keri surprised by his gentleness. Her lips were wrapped around the thick shaft, but Brad fed it in slowly, letting her suck and lick his cock.

  She had learned well since that night, not with Jim, but with the vibrator. She would close her eyes, feeling Brad feeding more and more of his cock in her mouth, the rigid plastic unyielding as it pressed against the opening of her throat.

  No matter how much she tried, she couldn't do it, not like Brad did that night, forcing his cock into her unwilling throat, her gagging and choking bringing so much satisfaction to him, his hands holding her head tightly. He would pull out, Keri coughing as she tried to fill her lungs. Brad waited patiently, Keri finding her mouth and throat impaled by Brad again and again. He reveled in the snug contractions her throat made as she gagged on the hot meat in her mouth. The back of her throat would reflexively push back on the head of his cock, stimulating the crown that lay deep in her warm, wet throat. She had unknowingly aided in his pleasure that night as her slippery tongue traced all around his cock, trying ineffectively to force it out from her lips. Her mouth had been filled with the taste of cum before Brad took his cock out, eager to feel the tightness of her pussy, wanting to dump his cum between her legs.

  She spread her legs wide, drawing up her legs, bowing them out just as Brad had forced her to do that night ten years ago.

  Brad stepped back, the camera in his hand as he snapped picture after picture of her sex. The flash shot brilliantly, illuminating her wet insides, Keri's hands forced to hold her lips open for the camera to rape her. He had taken many pictures that night, not satisfied until he captured her sex in various poses. He had not only forced her to spread her labia, but also used the thumb of one hand to pull up her clitoral hood until the little pink bud popped out. With one hand on her clit, the other zoomed in closely with the camera to catch the sensitive little bump in all its glory. Picture after picture he took, often stepping back to catch her tear-stained face in the frame, loving the look of absolute shame and mortification as she spread herself so obscenely, knowing Brad would forever have a visual keepsake of most her private areas.

  He tied her legs back, the rope dragged tightly around her thighs, her crotch aching as he pushed her legs back. She struggled when she first felt his hot flesh sliding up and down her slit, Keri ashamed that he found her wet. He wasted no time fucking her, sliding his cock inside her wet pussy, her gasps of pain doing little to deter her arousal. She felt so stretched, her pussy filled with hot, pulsating cock, sliding sensuously up and down her tight insides. It was all that she imagined it would be, if not more. Brad fucked her. Yes, fucked her hard, her breasts bouncing up and down as his hips were only a blur, taking her with the full measure of his cock. His cockhead repeatedly bumped the top of her cervix as he plowed deeply into the depths of her body. She bit her lip, tasting blood, whimpering like a virgin as she was fucked by a real man.

  She slowly pushed the vibrator inside her, tightening her muscles on the impersonal plastic, just as Brad had made her do.

  Fucked for ten minutes and Brad was still not ready to cum. He pumped in and out of her without restraint, Keri's pussy bruised and battered before she finally felt him unload his cum inside her, burning as the hot crème spurted like a fire hose inside her.

  She turned on the vibrator, the motor roaring to life between her legs, her body jerking in pleasure. The head began to turn, rubbing her insides, Keri pulling it in and out, forcing her pussy to open to the large head each time. She plunged harder and harder as Brad had done, pounding her into submission.

  Even after he had cum inside her, he wasn't finished. He untied her, making her kneel before him, taking his semi-limp cock into her mouth, licking the cum from it, Keri surprised when she felt it grow in her mouth. She hated what he forced her to do, but she also felt proud that her mouth could extract such a reaction from him. Once he was hard, it was picture time again, Keri finding her naked body placed in the most revealing and intimate positions. The worse was on her knees, her head bowed down submissively, Brad yanking her thighs wide apart until she cried out in pain, his hand under her, forcing her ass up as if she were offering it up to him. The rope wrapped tightly around her limbs, securing her in this perverse position. The camera flashed constantly, Keri almost feeling the heat from the flash as he pressed close up to her split ass. Brad teased her, commenting on how open her asshole was, teasing his finger around the hole, forcing the tiny hole to spasm from the unnatural probing. Then he laughed as he showed her the anal probe, the long slim probe proudly displaying the four vibrating balls that graced the length, each ball bigger than the last one.

  Thank goodness she was bound so stringently, sure that she would have hurt herself internally if she moved away from the probe. Brad had knelt behind her, gazing intently at her puckered anus as he ran the tip of the probe around it, teasing her with what was to come. He leaned forward with his mouth hovering over the hole and let a string of saliva loose to drip onto the sensitive opening.

  "Just a little lubrication to help this slide all the way in.” he murmured huskily, running his finger around the wetness he had deposited before moving the probe in place. She grit her teeth as the probe entered her anus, the burning as the first ball, the smallest stretched her open. She was crying openly now, the second ball feeling so large inside her intestines, moving deeper as her anus tried to accommodate the next, larger ball. She begged him to stop after the third ball entered her, Brad laughing as the last and largest ball entered her anus. It felt like a baseball was being thrust up her ass, Keri crying out as her anus finally snapped shut on the largest ball, feeling as if she were still open, but from the inside. She clenched her muscles, feeling the balls keeping her stretched open.

  She jerked when the vibrator started, remembering Brad's
hand slipping between her legs, two fingers entering her pussy with a powerful thrust, his fingers searching out the balls on the other side of the thin membrane that separated her pussy from her asshole. Unable to move, the bondage effective in keeping her open and available, Brad began to masturbate her, Keri's mind confused as his fingers in her pussy were gentle, his thumb flicking her clit, all while he began to fuck her ass with the probe. It felt just as bad as Brad pulled the balls from her asshole, her anus stretching wide to let them out, snapping painfully shut, another ball in her rectum waiting to stretch her anus out of shape again. She was relieved when the last ball pulled from her burning rectum, but Brad wasn't finished, the anal probe pushed inside her again, this time with more vigor. The strange tremors that the balls ignited in her rectum combined with his fingers inside her pussy was driving her over the edge, Keri not able to comprehend why she was ready to cum, only that she was going to. Brad had hooked the finger in her pussy into a downward curl which, in relation to her position on her knees, caused the digits to stimulate her g-spot, providing a constant massage on the responsive tissue. That combined with the flat pad of his thumb slipping around and around her clit, forced her over the edge. She couldn't control her own muscles any longer, her asshole forced into submission, her anus opening and closing with abandonment. She screamed as she came, Brad smiling cruelly as her body tossed in her bondage, unable to close her legs to end her climax, Brad controlling the continuous orgasms that raced though her bound body.

  To this day, Keri still couldn't touch her asshole, the thought of her finger going in such a dirty place stopping her, in spite of the shivers the recollections bring back to her. She still never understood why Brad hadn't sodomized her, as her bound body would have been available for such a perversion if he chose. Keri knew that her mind would probably conjure up the act in a few more years, remembering it with crystal clarity as if it had really happened.

  Brad had taken her one more time, using her pussy first, her legs spread wide and bound to the corner of the bed, Brad looking up intimately between her legs from the end of the bed, the camera capturing all of her figure. He fucked her, pillows under her ass raising her sex up for his punishing member. He entered her quickly and ruthlessly, the breath driven from her lungs as he lay on top of her, his muscled body humping her with such vigor, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh ringing out nosily in the room. He kissed her, making her accept his tongue in her mouth, his cock continuing to pound in her pussy, bruising her cervix with his steely erection. She took it for twenty-five minutes, Keri not believing any man could stay that hard inside her without cumming. But Brad wanted to extract his pound of flesh from her and the pound of flesh he wanted was between her legs. She even finally tried to make him cum, tightening her cunt like a virgin, Brad teasing her as she tried to make him respond. But all it did was increase her arousal, Brad teasing her nipples, rubbing his body up and down, her clit rubbed back and forth by his pounding cock. She closed her eyes, tugging on the ropes that kept her arms and legs bound and spread, her submission increasing her arousal. She finally came, Brad waiting for her, Brad pulling his cock from her pussy, rushing up to her mouth, Keri willingly opening her mouth, Brad's fingers tugging on her clit as she came again. She found her mouth filled with hot cum, the crème dripping down her lips as she struggled to swallow the rich crème. She couldn't believe the gallons of cum that he deposited in her mouth, her tongue eagerly lapping up the fluid as he body bounced in pleasure, her orgasms racing through her bound body. He finally left her that night, but not before she submissively licked his cock clean before Brad released her. He packed his belonging as if he was just visiting, closing the door, an exhausted and scared Keri left behind, the sun just starting to rise.

  Keri spread out the pictures on the bed, the vibrator buzzing delightfully between her legs. Each year after that night, Brad would send her some pictures, reminding her of the deal. Each year it took her a couple of days before she could open the envelope, ashamed when she saw the pictures. Especially those that showed the different expressions on her face. It looked in some of the shots as if she had been enjoying her rape. Her favorite was the shot of her spread wide on the bed, her pussy lips pulled back, her insides red and battered from the previous fucking, a reminder of what he had done for her. The last picture she received from him was three years ago. It was the one with the anal probe in her asshole, Keri going as far as getting a magnifying glass so she could see every minute detail of the probe as it split her cheeks apart. She learned that Brad had left town, moving to California. She hadn't heard from him since, not even a picture.

  Back to the present, Keri spread her legs wider, pushing the vibrator in and out of her pussy, her voice saying. “Take my cock inside you, Keri. Fuck back at me.” Her hands went to her breasts, her fingers plucking her nipples to hardness. She took the vibrator out of her pussy, letting it slip between the cheeks of her ass, the closest she had ever come at touching her asshole. She felt the vibrations against her anus, pressing her ass harder into the mattress. She began to stroke her pussy, up and down her slit, her pussy drenched in her desires. Her legs spread out wider, almost feeling Brad's hands on her inner thighs, enforcing her obedience. She bowed them out until her crotch ached, wanting to please Brad, her sex an open plane for him.

  She picked up the vibrator and stuck it in her mouth, licking her juices from the plastic, imaging it was Brad's cock forcing its way inside her resisting throat. She rubbed her pussy harder, her ass rising up as she remembered the way Brad hammered away at her pussy until it ignited the orgasm in her body. Her rubbing was frenzied now, humping at her hand, her tits bouncing up and down, her mouth sucking energetically on the rigid plastic vibrator in her mouth. The orgasm crashed over her body, Keri keeping her legs spread in spite of the natural instinct to close them as if it were Brad forcing her to obey. Her hand was covered in her juices, her breathing ragged as the tremors raced through her body. She rubbed her pussy slowly and gently now, her body coming down from the orgasm. It was like the other days, her body temporarily sated by the masturbatory fantasy. But tomorrow it would start all over again, each day not much different than the last. She got out of the bed, putting the pictures and toys in her secret hiding place. She made the bed neatly, all traces of her secret hidden, the shower the only thing left. The water felt good, her hand between her legs, wiping the abundant crème that glistened on her pubic hairs.

  CHAPTER 2

  A Marriage Gone Bad

  Each day it got worse, Keri always wondering if this is the way her life was forever going to be, stuck in a loveless marriage, when the only sex she experienced was with herself, days that passed with little purpose. Her only outlet at night had been the reading club she had joined at the small bookstore in town. Every two weeks Jim would let her slip away for three hours. The idea had come to her a month ago and Keri was surprised that Jim had agreed to it so readily.

  Jim seemed so happy tonight, Keri not understanding it, not really caring. She finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Jim already in the living room, the news on while he did a little last minute work. She glanced at the clock, six thirty. She grabbed her coat, slipping out the door with barely a word to Jim. It was a half hour drive to the bookstore, Keri arriving early, anything to get out of the house. She entered, the girl behind the counter acknowledging her with a gentle nod of her head, Keri going into the room in the back of the store. The chairs were already laid out in a half circle, one chair for the moderator in the center. No one else had arrived yet, it would not begin for another half hour. She sat in one of the chairs, taking off her coat, glad to be out of her house.

  It was almost eight o'clock before the manager of the bookstore decided to cancel the reading club meeting, announcing that the moderator was out with the flu and that since only about half the number of members had showed up anyway they would reschedule for another evening. Keri was disappointed, wanting so much for some stimulating conversat
ion. She tried to see if anyone wanted to get coffee, but most seemed more interested in leaving. So she got into the car, driving the half hour back home, dreading the silence with which Jim would greet her when she walked through the door. She pulled into the driveway, never even noticing the white car that was parked in front of the house. It should have been a warning, but it had come too late. She got out of the car, making sure that she took everything with her, Jim not liking her to leave his car messy. She didn't have her own car, with Jim's excuse for her lack of transportation always being that they didn't need the expense of another car, since most of the stores were just a short walk down the street.

  Keri put the key into the lock and turned the key, the door opening easily. She could hear muffled voices and assumed the television was on. She hung her coat up and went into the living room, only to find it empty, the television dark. She heard the voices again, but this time pinpointing the sound as coming from down the hallway and turned her head to see light shining from their bedroom through the partially opened door. She crept down the hall with hesitation, the hair on the back of her neck standing up as she heard the sound of a woman's voice.

  "Oh, God Jim,” the aroused voice said. “Not in my ass!"

  Keri could hear the sounds of heavy breathing, and than the sound of Jim's voice bellowed from their bedroom.

  "God, soooo good. Take my cock in your ass. Squeeze me and make me cum."

  Jim couldn't believe the pleasure he felt when he first prodded her anus with his cock. His secretary lay beneath him, her twenty-year-old naked body on all fours, her luscious ass held tightly by his hands on her hips. Her pendulous breasts swayed so seductively beneath her, her legs spread wide. His cock was slick with her saliva, having enjoyed the way she eagerly took him into her mouth earlier, licking up and down his shaft as he guided her head. She might verbally protest his prodding of her asshole, but she did little to stop him.