Convincing Her

Suddenly, my impending rape didn’t matter.

On my knees, I scrambled after Danielle.

“No!” I begged, “Please give me another chance!”

Any other time, I would have thought her black high heeled boots were cute. This time they were just something to kiss.

“Please, I’ll do anything!” I begged.

I sat back on my heels and ripped off my blouse so quickly it left raw patches where it rubbed my skin. A moment later, my bra was unhooked, and I threw it aside. Naked to the waist, I tried to look seductive, and arced my back, presenting my body to her.

Danielle raised one eyebrow, but otherwise, she didn’t respond. Carla hadn’t made a sound, but in my mind’s eye, I could imagine her already looking through the scope.

What more could I do?

Panic rising, I bowed down all the way, pressing my forehead against the floor. At the same time, my hands went to my waist. I squirmed my skirt and panties down to my knees. Straightening my legs, I worked them down to my ankles.

Still, she didn’t say a word.

What was left? What more did she want?

I peeked up at her stony expression, and my heart stopped beating. A pistol was in her hand, pointing at my head. The hole in the barrel seemed impossibly huge. For a moment, I froze. My own life was irrelevant. I couldn’t let this stop me.

Convincing her to rape me was all that mattered.

From here, I could see up her skirt. Usually, I’d immediately look away upon catching a glimpse up another woman’s dress. Today I couldn’t help but notice her skimpy white panties were dripping wet at the crotch.

Instead of filling me with disgust, the sight gave me hope.

Moving slowly, I kissed my way up her boot. My tongue traced a wet path up the inside of her leg. All too quickly, I reached the hem of her skirt.

Hesitation couldn’t be permitted. I forced myself to continue.

As I approached her white panties, the overwhelming scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. I kissed her crotch through her white panties, trying to ignore the tangy taste of her arousal. She still hadn't said a word. She wanted more. I sucked and licked between her legs, flooding my mouth with her... with that taste.

I had to convince her.

Sliding a finger under the edge of her panties, I pulled them aside. For the first time in my life, I see another woman’s vagina. My lips press against her. Still nothing. I force myself to use my tongue. Between each sucking kiss, I squeeze in a word or two, saying everything I could think of that might convince her to spare them. “I’m yours.”

“Your sex toy,” I nuzzled into her crotch.

“Your slut,” the flat of my tongue licked her slit, “Your slave,” my tongue traced between her folds. Not digging inside, at least not yet, but into the tart slick fluid that came from her.

“Your wish…” I nuzzled again, breathing deeply. Forcing myself to accept the stench of her scent as a part of my life, “...is my command.”

Danielle raised her voice. “Carla,” I froze, my world hung on the next words that came from her mouth. “Wait a little bit longer. Let’s see if she can handle the work.” Danielle’s voice was cruelly amused.

A broken sob of relief came from somewhere deep inside. “Thank you!” I said, kissing her crotch with fake enthusiasm.

Danielle grabbed me by the neck. Long, firm fingers dug in painfully. She jerked me to my feet. From my knees, the way she towered over me had been expected. Now that I wasn’t on my knees, I was surprised to see that I only came up to her chest.

Her grip tightened. Choking, unable to breathe, my hands instinctively went to her fingers. Just before I peeled them off my neck, realization struck. I froze.

She said I had to obey. I had to say yes to everything.

Obedience was more than following spoken commands. My vision tunneled down, but I forced myself not to fight. Mother, Father, Anna, and little Mikey. Four lives for my own.

My feet left the ground as she tossed me backward. I crashed painfully into the corner of her desk. Gasping for breath, I curled up instinctively, collapsing to the floor. She clutched a handful of my hair, and used it to dragged me up onto the desk. The corner gouged painfully into my flesh.

I’d never been so helpless.

Between the pain and shock at her sudden change from a passive observer into attacking me physically, I forgot I was naked.

Until her right-hand smacked down between my legs. A stinging slap. Hard fingers pushed through my thick pubic hair, pulling painfully. Digging down, she forced her way inside.

“She’s bone dry. Interested in a wager?” Danielle said, speaking to the computer.

“What did you have in mind?” asked Carla.

“I bet I can make her cum before it stops raining,” said Danielle.

“Twenty says you can’t, at least without a vibrator.”

Danielle’s hand came away from between my legs, and she released my hair. Just like that, I was free. Gasping with relief, I panted, staring at the door. Could I make it out before she caught me? Run. Escape. Aching with a need so intense it was nearly physical; I laid on my back. Unmoving. Puke green paint stopped me. I had to obey, or they would pay the price.

She picked up my clothes, rolled them up, and shoved them under my head. Forcing me to look down, at least a little. She bent my knees and positioned my feet flat on the table. Danielle pushed my legs apart, spreading them wide, and placed the laptop between my legs. The camera looked across my naked body, up to my head. Exposing everything to her and Carla.

A stinging slap to the bottom of one breast made me cry out. Danielle leaned over me, suddenly gentle. Cupping my breasts, she kneaded. Past daydreams about finding the right man and letting him reach second base were bitter ash in my mouth. This wasn’t what I had saved myself for.

“At our core, four primal drives control everyone. Fighting, fleeing, feeding, and fucking,” Danielle said to Carla. “She’s terrified. Trembling. Pale as a ghost, and her heart’s thumping like a jackhammer. Eons of evolution demand a response.”

With feather-light touches, she brushed her palm against the curve of my breast. My skin crawled. Taking her time, she continued gently touching. Involuntarily, my nipples hardened. Danielle tweaked my nipples gently, and it seemed to pull something deep inside. Gasping at the sudden heat rushing through me, I cried out.

“Right now, her body is more alive than it’s ever been. Every sense is magnified. She doesn’t dare fight. She can’t flee. Feeding isn’t the correct reaction. On an instinctive level, her body knows fucking is her only hope.”

Fingernails scraped lightly along the curve of one bosom. Her other hand reached down and brushed through my pubic hair.

Fingers came away slick. Danielle laughed, “She’s already wet.”

Danielle leaned over and greedily sucked a breast into her mouth, her tongue trapping my nipple against the roof of her mouth. Her left-hand rolled my other nipple, twisting until the pain made me whimper. She pulled firmly, stretching my nipple uncomfortably tight, and let the pressure slide it from her grip until it snapped back.

Her right hand cupped my mons, thumb stroking through my pubic hair, fingers slowly wiggling lower. I hated every moment of it, but that didn’t stop my body from reacting. My body had never been so sensitive. When her fingers caressed my petals again, they found well-lubricated folds. Two fingers curled inside while her mouth devoured my boob. Occasional nips from her teeth and fingernails digging in painfully caused me to let out little sounds of pain. Familiar pressure built, and I flushed with shame. All-to aware that my rapist, a woman, was about to cause me to come.

Her fingers moved faster, sliding in and out.

Palm rubbing against my clit.

Pleasure bloomed, and I gasped aloud. Waves of ecstasy rushed through me. My back arched. Trembling, my muscles locked, trapping her hand against my pussy. Fingers still inside. After a blissful eternity, I came back to myself. Clit suddenly hypersensitive, I squirmed to escape her grasp, begging her to stop.

Slowly, I came back down.

I stared at the ceiling as though my life depended on it, trying not to think about one truth. That orgasm had been the most powerful one I’d ever had. No other had come close.

My flush deepened. They were recording this. They could post it on the internet, and I couldn’t stop them.

“Well, I lost,” said Carla, “but it feels like I won. That was quite an orgasm.”

“Smile for Carla,” said Danielle. “Don’t you think she should receive a special treat for all the work she’s doing?”

Carla deserves a painful death, but my lips still turn up in a pale imitation of a smile.

“Ask what she would like to see next,” said Danielle.

Spitting in their faces isn’t an option, so I bite the words out one-by-one. “What. Would. You. Like. To. See. Next.”

“Use a butt plug. One of the ones with a shiny fake jewel on its end.”

“Oh, dear,” said Danielle with exaggerated concern. “I appear to have misplaced the lube. You don’t mind, do you?” I’ve never had sex, let alone anal sex, but even I know how important they say lube is. Closing my eyes for a moment, I snarl inwardly. When I open them back up, Danielle watches me with apparent sincerity. Acting as though I have a choice.

My eyes blur.

Am I just an amusing toy for her to play with? Of course, I am. I don’t have any choice. I can’t forget why I’m here. Playing along is the only path that saves my family.

“I don’t mind,” I said.

Danielle picks up the stainless-steel briefcase lying next to her chair and lays it on my stomach. Inside, I can see several bottles and many different sex toys. Butt plugs. Two strapons. Several vibrators, and a couple items I don’t recognize.

She sets a large bottle with the word lube written in big black lettering on my stomach. Of course, she has lube. A sparkling heart-shaped jewel adorns the end of the teardrop of stainless-steel butt plug she places next to the lube. Then she puts the lube back into her briefcase and sets the case aside. Of course, she isn’t going to use the lube.

Danielle looks down at me with a slight smile curving her lips.

“Spread your ass cheeks,” she said.

A shiver crawled down my spine, but I silently obeyed. Danielle dragged the plug across my stomach, letting its weight press the rounded tip through my pubic hair. Down it went, brushing my lower lips until it rested against my butthole. Slowly, deliberately, she increased pressure. She didn’t even plan on using saliva as lubrication, as inadequate as that would have been!

“May I suck on it first?” I whispered, “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll allow it this time,” said Danielle, with a cruel smile.

Relieved, I said, “Thank you.”

Something that had been raging deep inside of my soul died a little at the terrifying realization that I had meant what I said. Is this how ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ starts?

Danielle held the shiny steel butt plug a few inches above my face.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

Awkwardly, since it was just out of reach while laying down, but far too close for me to sit up, I hunched up and took it into my mouth. Frantically, I worked my tongue around the thick piece of stainless steel. Carla’s heartfelt laughter made me clench my fists.

After a couple heartbeats, Danielle pulled it from my mouth and pressed it between my buttocks. Again. She waited, watching me for a long moment. Danielle reached below the table, out of my line of sight, and after a few seconds of wiggling, her hand came back up with her sopping wet panties.

“This is going to hurt, and I don’t have a leather strap for you to bite down on. Use these instead.”

I whimpered, and my body tensed in anticipation.

She rolled her panties into a ball, deliberately leaving the cotton patch at the crotch on the outside. When she pressed them against my lips, I opened my mouth and took them in. I tried not to gag.

“Grip the table with both hands and hold on tight.”

Wood pressed into my palms. Hard edge pressing against my curled fingers. My breathing came in gasps. She counted down from ten, every number ratcheting the tension up another level. I closed my eyes and braced myself as she approached zero, biting down on her nasty panties.

One hand pressed down just above my pubic mound, while the other shoved brutally, forcing the butt plug inside my anus. Tearing its way inside. I know the metal is smooth and wet with my saliva, but it feels as though it's made of jagged fire. My back arched, and I screamed my agony through clenched teeth. It was a thousand times worse than I imagined. Danielle grunted with effort, leaning over and bracing herself against my body, and shoved harder. With a sudden lurch, it popped into place. Amidst agonized spasms, my world went white. I wailed, sobbing like a baby. So much pain. More than I had ever experienced before.

The laptop’s speakers came on, “God, that was amazing,” Clara choked out between fits of laughter.

Eyes still closed, I curled up on the desk, silently praying this nightmare was over. At least for now. Danielle’s fingers slid down the crease between my butt cheeks. I shivered at the intimate contact. She pushed on the butt plug that filled me. Jiggling it in place. Inside me, its thick presence moved. This contact was far more intimate than when she forced her fingers inside my vagina.

How could I stop her from hurting me again? I wanted to crawl away and hide from the world. Nothing. I could do nothing. Emotions, ones that were far too strong to contain welled up from within. They tore through me, as painful in their own way as anything she had done. Hardly aware of what I was doing, I put my arms around the warm body standing so close to me. At that moment, it didn’t matter that she was the cause.

Hugging her tight, curling up against her. My face pressed against her rock-hard stomach. The only anchor in the storm of emotion. Great wracking sobs ripped through my soul. A warm hand reached up between my legs, where they curled against her side.

Green paint.

My legs parted instantly. Fingers slipped inside my pussy. Fingernails. Sharp and painful. Distantly, I could hear talking. A conversation that passed through me without registering. Hands pushed. I rolled onto my back, unresisting.

“How can anyone willingly have anal sex?” I asked, the unbidden question falling from my lips without consulting my mind.

Clara laughed hysterically, my question pushing her mirth to new heights.

After a few minutes, she calmed down and gasped out an answer between giggles. “Because their lovers aren’t Danielle. I had to mute myself, so my laughter wouldn’t give the game away. Danielle played you beautifully.”

I forced my eyes open. Danielle smirked down in self-satisfied amusement.

“What?” I asked, still confused.

“Normally, someone trying anal play of any kind would use lots of lube and slowly work their way deeper by pushing in and backing off. Also, the person receiving it should relax and unclench their rosebud as much as they can. Danielle did everything she could to make you tense up, and she just forced it inside all in one firm shove.” Clara chuckled. “Danielle, I salute you. That was beautiful.”

“Thank you,” said Danielle.

She sounded proud of herself. As though she had scored points in a secret game.

Danielle grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me off the table, only her strength stopped me from crashing onto the floor. She sat back down in the chair where I first saw her. As irresistible as an iron bar, she ground my face between her legs, gasping with pleasure.

Almost like a hug, thighs wrapped around my head.

Danielle humped and ground against my face. Occasionally allowing me to gasp in a small breath. Air-filled with the sharp scent of her cruel lust. I was just an object she used for her own pleasure.

Shuddering, she howled her ecstasy. Thighs and pussy pressed tight. I no longer received an occasional breath of moist air. My lungs burned, but I didn’t dare attempt to pull free. At last, I was released from her thighs and rocked back onto my knees. My world spun. Both literally and figuratively.

One foot lifted and pressed against my chest, guiding me onto my back. One heel resting between legs was soon joined by the other. Far too drained to think, I closed my eyes and let the world slip away. There was one thing I could be sure of. Danielle would never be finished with me.

Sometime later, her heels moved off my pussy. Blinking away the sticky liquid drying on my eyelashes, I looked up into Danielle’s cruel smile. I went to wipe her lust from my face, but she shook her head.

“My cum belongs on your face.”

I nod my head, accepting her statement as an order.

“That was just a small taste. Are you still enthusiastically eager to serve me?”

Green paint.

“Yes, Danielle.”

She uses my shirt to wipe her pussy and thighs clean and settles her clothing back into place. Except, she puts on my panties, not hers. Her panties, I suddenly remember, were soaking wet before she put them in my mouth. They are probably still on the table.

“Elizabeth, I’m leaving. Stay here for half an hour, then get dressed. Wear my panties. Head to the police station and report your handbag stolen. Tell them it was taken at gunpoint by a teenage boy who jumped you when you left this building. Only after filling out the police report, may you clean yourself. Then drive directly home.

“Tell your parents that you’re not feeling well. Go directly to your bedroom. After everyone falls asleep, go to your desk and write a suicide note and leave it on your bed. Come up with something believable. Sneak out of your house. Walk to northbridge and wait for me there.”

Wide-eyed, I stare at her in horror. Suicide note. “You’re never going to allow me to see them again,” I said, voice trembling with loss.

“Of course not. You’re mine now. Oh, and the plug stays where it is until I remove it. Don’t eat or drink anything without permission.”

Danielle’s boot heels click as she walks away, my purse slung over my shoulder. Briefcase in her other hand.

I’m left on the floor.

Naked and alone.

Trapped.

Tears dripping down my cheeks.