[Part 2] Morning and everything after (female pov, forced orgasm, rape, imprisonment, creampie)

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Chapter 2: Morning and Everything After

“Birds!

When was the last time I heard birds outside my window that weren’t pigeons?” I thought to myself as I laid there with my eyes closed. The thought was pretty exciting, a great way to start a Saturday morning as well. I stretched a little as I lay there with my eyes closed debating whether I should open them and look around for the birds, or whether a couple more hours of sleep would be a better choice. As my mind slowly awakened other thoughts started working their way through my early morning brain fog.

“Wait…” memories were coming back now “why don’t I remember coming home last night?” I thought. Then after a couple of seconds of pondering that question “Wait… I didn’t make it home last night…”

“Wait!” I said in a panicked voice as I sat up suddenly opening my eyes.

This wasn’t my apartment at all! I was in a dimly lit room. The walls were bare, and the only visible light shone through a small rectangular window near the ceiling. There were two doors, one led to what appeared to be a small bathroom, the other was closed. There was no furniture other than the mattress I was laying on. That poor thing appeared to have been tossed haphazardly on the ground by an individual who obviously didn’t care much about decor. It also seemed to have acquired a bit of a musty odor over the years. There was a white sheet over the mattress, and I had been covered by a thin blanket, red and white, decorated with what I assumed was some obscure sports team’s logo.

“Wait!” I said aloud again and pulled the blanket off of me. Yes, if there was any doubt it disappeared right there, I was completely naked too. Scanning the room again there was no sign of my belongings. No purse, no phone, no clothes. Though now my racing mind was remembering that they were likely little more than scraps of fabric from after the events of last night.

I put my hand down and felt between my legs. There was still a bit of soreness, but no residue, nothing appeared to have leaked on the mattress. That man said he was going to clean me. “Did he wash my…:” I started to say out loud before my brain sent a reminder that there were more pressing matters to attend to.

I lept to my feet and realized fast I was still feeling a little tipsy. Was it that pill? I stumbled over to the closed door and turned the knob.

“Ugh, no it’s locked!” I said in a frustrated voice, trying to hide my worry. I hurried over to the window and stood wobbling on tiptoes trying to see out. There wasn’t much to see though. I could see blades of grass just outside the window, so I guessed I was in a basement of some kind. There was what looked to be a fruit tree? Apple maybe? I couldn’t quite tell. It was a little further away by a barbed wire fence I could just barely see the top of. Nothing else really to see but blue sky.

Creeeaakkk, thump, thump…

It sounded like a door opened, and I could hear footsteps descending. There must be stairs just outside my door. I quickly dashed back to the mattress and clutched the sports blanket tightly, covering my nudity. I sat fearfully as the footsteps reached the bottom of the stairs. They turned and stopped outside the closed door. There was a bit of clicking and clanking and the door swung open.

“Mornin’” A familiar voice said. The voice belonged to a taller man, heavy but muscular build, maybe a bit over 6ft tall. Nice sharp jawline, and a prominent chin. Dark hair and eyes with fair skin and tan lines you could see from his tanktop. The tanktop was emblazoned with the same logo as my blanket, and navy blue sweatpants covered his bottom half, with his bare feet sticking out.

“Remember me?” He asked again with a smirk. I began to recognize the voice as the first man from last night. The one who threw a jacket at me, who held his hand over my mouth. The one who said he wanted to clean me up before he…. My mind froze there.

“Hello?” He asked again, and I realized I hadn’t replied yet.

“H… hello.” I said with a timid voice.

“Hah!” He laughed “You can still speak, good! I was starting to wonder how badly we messed you up last night.”

I shivered as he mentioned last night, “Where am I?” I asked.

“Home” he said rather flatly, before chuckling “Don’t worry I won’t be covering your mouth again, you can scream all you want here.”

I clutched the blanket tighter, “wh… where are my things?”

“Dumpster downtown” came another flat response. Then he started reciting a list, counting things off on his fingers as he went. “Clothes were shredded anyway, you wouldn’t have wanted them. Purse only had like 50 bucks cash. We got all the pics from your phone though don’t worry ‘bout those. Danny moved them all someplace safe before we threw it away. Well at least the sexy ones” He winked at me and then dove into thought for a few seconds. “Yup, think that’s it. Never did find your car. Is your key fob dead? Nevermind it doesn’t matter, we got what we wanted.” He smiled as he said the last part.

I shivered at the thought of these goons accessing my whole private life. “What’s going to happen to me?” I half asked, half wondered aloud.

“You’re going to stand up” He said in a firm voice.

I looked at him confused, as that wasn’t really what I meant, I was thinking more longter…

“Stand up!” He said again before I could finish my thoughts. This time in a firmer voice, that was clearly losing some patience.

I stood up slowly, balancing on the mattress, keeping the blanket clutched against me.

“Drop the blanket” he said next.

I closed my eyes and with a grimince let the blanket fall to the floor, exposing my nude body to this strange man yet again.

There was silence for a few seconds. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His gaze was tracing over me, looking up and down, like I was a fascinating piece of meat. “You really aren’t too bad are you?” he smiled.

I felt my face blush slightly.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his gaze on my chest now.

“Rachel” I answered.

“Rachel huh…” he said, eyes moving lower. “That’s a pretty name. You can call me Rick, and I need your help with something right now” With that he pointed both of his fingers at the growing bulge in his sweatpants. He was clearly becoming erect.

My mouth dropped open as Rick laughed.

He took a couple of steps toward me and I stumbled back instinctively, until I touched against the cool wall behind me.

“Don’t be afraid sweety” he said with a condescending voice and a devilish smirk “I’ll make it good for you too!”

His hand reached out and firmly grabbed my left breast as I tried in vain to cover myself with my arms. Seemingly happy he was the quicker one, he gave it an uncomfortably firm squeeze, one, two, then three times and started kneading it like dough.

“Yeah that feels nice Rachel, you’re one sexy bitch.”

His other hand wrapped around my head and grabbed a handful of my black hair pulling me toward him. Our lips met and I felt his tongue flicking playfully at my firmly closed mouth.

“What? No kiss for your new boyfriend?” He bellowed and sent me hurtling to the floor, hair first.

I smacked the ground hard, landing on my right elbow and ending up on my side. Then a foot kicked my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. Rick stood over me, looking down menacingly. He stared for a second studying my reaction and then reached for his sweatpants. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic band and shoved them to the ground in one motion. Out popped his nearly erect dick, very curved, uncut, and maybe 6-7” long. He stepped out of his sweatpants and tossed them to the side.

“Like what you see?” He asked, not really expecting an answer. He kicked one of my legs out to the side and then the other before dropping to his knees between them. He reached forward and his hand grabbed me between the legs, his thumb probing my folds. After a couple of seconds of digging he found my clit, and pressed his thumb on it hard.

I winced at the discomfort, twisted my hips, and tried to pinch my legs together, but he was sitting between them. He grabbed my right leg in his free arm and held it away, all while keeping his thumb firmly planted. “Don’t try anything dumb now” he reminded me.

Remembering his threats from last night I took a deep breath and relaxed my legs, letting the free one drop to the ground. “Good girl” he said. “I told you I’d make this good for you too, so hold still.”

With that he started moving his thumb in a small circle around my clit. I looked down my body at him curiously. He stared back at me, his eyes firmly locked onto my own, as my gaze drifted nervously from his eyes to his hand and back. After a bit I felt one of his fingers part my pussy lips. He didn’t press in far, but more drew his fingers along them and then circled my clit. Wetness from my own body lubricated his thumbs motion now, and I could feel my face getting slightly redder.

“You’re starting to blush” he said jokingly. Which, of course, only made me blush more.

His motion was continuing, constant, relentless, and I could feel my body becoming aroused. Frustrated at this I forced my mind to wander. I wondered about my friends, my car, would I ever see my old life again? I succeeded for a few minutes, then was drawn back in, as I could feel a small warm wave building from my hips.

“Stop please!” I pleaded, looking at him again, but he just smiled smugly back at me not saying a word. I clenched my fists and the wave rose along my body, growing even higher, as he refused to let up. My breathing was becoming short as I gasped, and gasped again. Gritting my teeth, before laying back and closing me eyes.

A few seconds later it all became too much. “Ahhhhhhh! Donnnnn’t” I moaned as I felt a wave reach its peak, my whole body was washed with unwanted pleasure as he continued. He kept rubbing as I panted, calming down a bit. Then, just as I felt a new wave beginning to rise he stopped and pulled his hand away.

“Well enough of that shit, let’s do me now” he said. He gathered up my loose leg with his other arm and scootched forward on his knees.

“No please!” I begged. My arms leapt forward and pushed against his chest. I gave him my strongest shove trying to push him off of me.

He didn’t budge an inch.

“Hah, you may be pretty to look at, but you’re dumb and weak” he said laughing and leaned his whole body weight against my poor arms. They struggled for a brief second, quivering, and then buckled completely as he landed on me. We were mouth to mouth, chest to chest. He was immovably wedged between my legs, and his firm and fully erect penis was resting on my pelvis. He reached down with one of his hands and started repositioning it. I felt the tip of his dick against my vulva, and tried to twist away a little, but it didn’t matter. His weight held me firmly in place.

He grabbed my hips in his hands and flopped himself forward like a seal struggling across the shore. As awkward as it looked it was equally effective, and his penis dove inside me, my well lubricated pussy offering no resistance, and really only aiding its advance. Another cumbersome shuffle and flop and he was buried deep within me.

He panted, “phew girl, Sam was right, ya you are nice and tight. You was a good catch!” as he lay there on me, his weight making it a bit hard to breathe. His hands relaxed their grip as he arched his back, drawing his penis partway out before letting it slide back in. He did this twice more and then paused, still panting. I noticed he seemed troubled by something.

“Fuck I can’t cum already” he said in frustration as he kicked the floorboards in anger. It made the kind of loud bang that would normally make me jump back, if only I could move.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He yelled again as we both lay motionless for a few seconds. A very awkward quiet descended. I noticed the birds were singing again. It must be a beautiful day out there I’d normally enjoy, but here I was pinned naked underneath a strange frustrated man in a dingy basement. I just stared up at the water-stained ceiling, as he lay on me breathing heavily. After a bit of waiting I started to feel uncomfortable and I tried to shift my hips a bit.

“No don’t move I’ll cum!” he protested kicking his foot against the ground in protest.

Fearful of upsetting him I stopped and we were still again. After another long minute he slowly tried drawing his penis back, and as he did I could feel it growing stiffer.

“No fucking, ahhhh!” he shouted as he jammed his groin forward. His hands grasped my hips hard, fingers digging into me, locking me firmly in place. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

A moment later I felt a familiar twitching inside my pussy. His sperm started filling my body as I lay motionless, pinned under him. The same terror and frustration I felt the night before built within me again. I didn’t break though, no tears this time. A small source of pride.

After he finished he laid there a long time, seemingly reluctant to get up. My pussy started to ache a little from being filled so full for so long.

“Fuck I always cum too soon, I wanted to enjoy you longer.” he said disappointed. “Sorry I’ll last longer next time. You’ll like it more then.”

He lifted his weight off me and I breathed a full breath for the first time in several minutes. His hips pulled back and his dick popped out of me replaced with an emptiness and a rush of cool air. As he made his way to his feet I rolled over and curled myself into a ball. I hugged my knees and stared at the open door and yearning for the freedom that was beyond.

He grabbed his sweatpants in his hand and tossed them over his shoulder as he abled out into the hallway beyond the door, naked from the waist down. I watched him turn and open an old cabinet with a creak. He looked up and down then started grabbing a few things in his arms. Another higher drawer was opened and he pulled out some more items before returning to my room, his dick gleaming in the dim sunlight with our juices as it slowly became more flaccid.

“Here” he said as he bent over, placing a few objects on the ground. He set down an opened box of Ritz crackers, a couple of granola bars, and 3 bottles of water. Then he held his hand up and dangled a yellow bikini top. Once I had a good look at it, he let that fall from his fingers and showed me a pair of black mini women’s running shorts.

He started speaking. “Sorry I didn’t know your size, I hope these fit” he said as he dropped the shorts. “I have some friends coming over tonight and you need to wear these for them” he added.

I looked directly into his eyes in horror.

“Hey, and you better treat them better than you did me. I need you to be a good hostess. Make them happy and I’ll can see what I can do to make your stay here a bit more comfortable.” He turned and walked to the door again.

“I don’t have any birth control. I didn’t take my pill today!” I blurted out. My fear of upsetting him temporarily overcome by worry about my future when I realized he was likely leaving for a long while.

He continued walking towards the door, not breaking pace. As he walked through the doorway his arm reached out and drew it closed behind him. I heard him turn, and there was a loud clank as he locked the door.

“Rick!” I pleaded.

“Yup I know” is the last thing I heard him say before his footsteps made their way up the stairs.

Then I was alone again, Well not completely alone, a blob of semen trickled out of my sore violated pussy just then in an apparent effort to keep me company. With a sigh I rose awkwardly to my feet and stumbled my way to the small bathroom, the trickle now making its way down my leg. I sat down on the toilet, and spread my legs wide, angling my hips a little as another blob of semen fell into the bowl, then a bit more dripped out. I peed and then went to wipe up.

“Of course” I muttered, there was just a few squares of the cheapest toilet paper you could imagine. I wiped and dried myself the best I could. Then started digging through the cabinet under the sink. There was some extra hand soap, a couple of towels, toothbrush, but no toilet paper. Frustrated I flushed the toilet and wished there was a shower or tub so I could wash off.

I went to his pile of supplies in the middle of the room and started dressing myself. The bikini top wasn’t a horrible fit, but the triangles of fabric were small and didn’t cover my breasts very well. Which I guessed was probably the whole point. I tied the strings at my neck and tried on the shorts. I was happy they fit around my waist well, at least I wouldn’t have to hold them up. Though they were much shorter than I hoped. Go figure. I found myself wishing for some decent panties.

I grabbed a strawberry and chocolate granola bar and a bottle of water and sat down on the mattress. I stared longingly at the sunlight outside as I took a drink. My mind tried to appreciate the sunshine, but inevitably my thoughts would turn, and I’d start dreading what tonight would bring.

To be continued…

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Hi again everyone! 😊 Sorry, there’s a bit more world building this time, and I wanted to start fleshing out the characters a bit. Next chapter will probably have more erotic parts, and I hope to eventually find a good balance between the two as I continue the story!

As always I’m happy to hear your thoughts! If you liked it or not, etc. I’m still very new at erotic writing so any feedback is welcome! Hope everyone has a fun and kinky weekend! 😉

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