Shifter Rape: First Victim - 03

Opening his door, I stepped into his office and froze. Everything was different, even though nothing had changed. The same man sat behind the same desk, but this time his smile wasn’t infectious.

It chilled me to the bone.

Last time, his gaze had traveled past my breasts, nearly ignoring them. This time, he didn’t just undress me with his eyes. It felt as though he stripped me bare and violated every inch of my flesh. I stepped back into the hall, shivering.

He just watched me.

Step-by-step, I forced my legs to walk forward. Back into his office. I expected him to say something, but he just watched every move I made. A predator. As I walked around his deck, his chair rotated to face me. Involuntarily, my eyes flickered between the floor and the terrifyingly large bulge in the crotch of his pants.

The… shaft I had to wrap my lips around.

For a long moment, I waited for him to do something. But he was patient. Memories flashed through my mind’s eye. My father, who always had time for his children, and made sure we all knew we were loved. My little brother, bursting to tell me about my birthday present. One he purchased with his own money. My darling little sisters, always fighting, arguing with me and each other about every little thing.

I couldn’t let anything happen to them.

Forcing myself past the fear, I knelt in front of his chair. Between his legs. With trembling fingers, I unbuckled his belt. This wasn’t how I imagined losing my virginity. My halting breath froze at the thought. He hadn’t mentioned sex, but I doubted I would still be a virgin when I left this room. It took three tries before I successfully unhooked his pants.

He just watched my eyes the entire time.

Feeling for the top of the zipper, I couldn’t ignore the thick roll of flesh underneath the cloth. As I pulled the zipper down, my eyes widened in shock when his… penis sprang free. It was longer and thicker than I had imagined any man would have.

And, I had to take that into my mouth.

He still didn’t say or do anything. His penis twitched, and I flinched back. I gulped, my throat suddenly dry, and tried to work moisture back into my mouth. He smiled. The movement attracted my eyes to the cruel amusement that filled his. That expression brutally drove everything home. Everything that had happened, and everything that was about to happen, all of it was for his amusement. Nothing more.

Tears filled my eyes.

But that didn’t matter, did it? I parted my lips and leaned forward. Musky scents, raw and earthy, assaulted my nose. I hesitated, then took the head of his uncircumcised shaft into my mouth. He tasted of salt and something strong, but not unpleasant. I gagged. I wanted to bite down hard, but I knew my family would pay the price if I was stupid enough to bite his sensitive flesh.

I braced myself, but nothing happened. Until I met his eyes. Then a slow cruel smile curved his lips. His penis twitched in my mouth, then like a firehose, piss streamed out. Terrified of the consequences of spilling any on him, I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the bitter salty liquid.

My stomach rebelled, and I fought against my natural reaction. It’s just seawater. I’m just swimming in the ocean. At least, that’s what I tried to tell myself. My nose burned. My eyes watered. I couldn’t breathe.

Overwhelmed, I started to pull away.

That’s when he moved. One hand grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved my face deep into his crotch, impaling my throat with his member, triggering my gag reflex. My throat was full, and there was nowhere for anything to escape to. Barbs pressed painfully against my lips, and his hand trapped my head. I struggled, but he was impossibly strong. My head didn’t move so much as a fraction of an inch, no matter how I twisted and pulled. My choices became binary. Drown on his piss, or swallow everything, whether it was going down or coming back up.

The spray went on and on. My vision filled with static. Was I about to lose consciousness? Adrenaline surged. I’m about to die! I struggled, but my strength was nothing compared to his. Even at the peak of my terror, I didn’t bite down. Suddenly it stopped, as abruptly as it had started. He ripped my face away from his crotch, and I took in great sobbing breaths, hardly registering the tearing pain in my lips.

Just when I thought the nightmare was over, he forced his way back down my throat, and let loose. How could his bladder hold so much? Was it the size of a watermelon?

Mercifully, the stream slowed, and he released my hair, leaving my throat impelled by his cock.

My lips were stuck to his shaft. Strange spines dug in painfully when I tried to pull away. Fighting against mindless terror, I felt his shaft and found that the base was circled by little barbs that pointed backward. I sobbed around his cock, not sure how to free myself without doing further damage to my already sore cheeks and lips.

When I gained enough control to think clearly, the solution was simple. These barbs stopped me from pulling away, but if I carefully took in a little more while simultaneously pulling my lips away from his shaft, I should be able to separate myself from him relatively painlessly. Putting action to the thought, I forced a little more of him down my throat so I could free myself.

I had expected that drinking his piss would be gross and humiliating. The reality had been a thousand times worse. Rolling back onto my side, I curled up and wept. I couldn’t deal with anything more right now. A foot pushed me to the side. Whimpering, I scooted away. Distantly I heard him typing but it was background noise.  Right now, I allowed myself to simply exist in my own little world.

One where such terrible things didn’t happen.

Since she had endured so many shocks today, I generously allowed Danielle to hide under my desk for about an hour. Although I wanted to rape her immediately, I resisted the temptation. After an eternity spent trapped inside a stone sarcophagus, I had endless patience. Besides, why guzzle down a fine bottle of wine when every single drop could be savored.

The look in her wide eyes when she believed she was dying had been priceless, almost as enjoyable as watching her figure out how to free herself from my penis spines. A lifetime ago, I hated those little barbs on my penis. No woman would willingly sleep with me.

Now, everything has changed.

I chuckled darkly. Yes, the woman under my desk would be quite willing. Even eager. Whatever I desired; she would become. Self-sacrifice was an admirable trait.

In other people.