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I woke up and the first sound I captured was the droplets of water hitting the wall. It was still raining. My mind floated in semi-consciousness before falling face-first into reality. I remembered everything and tried to get up, but my situation hadn't changed much. I had my hands tied, this time one to each corner of the bed, my legs were running the same course. My mouth was covered by what seemed like adhesive tape and apart from the sheet that covered part of my stomach, I was completely naked.
Flashbacks of memories passed through my mind and I relived them again. My vagina was still wet from what I supposed was semen that had come out of me at night. It was to be expected given the amount of discharge my abuser had deposited inside.
I struggled for a few minutes but the knots didn't give in even a little. I got desperate until exhaustion. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, but by the light I calculated it was morning. Many ideas passed through my mind - Had Beto left? Had he recognized me? Had he already discovered that I wasn't his beloved Beatriz? Well, that last one was very probable; I'm tangentially different from her, well-endowed, white, and red-haired.
I didn't have to daydream too much because the door to the room opened and my dear abuser entered. I followed him with my gaze, paralyzed mentally and physically. He sat down beside me on the bed, took hold of my jaw, and looked at me.
You'll take off the tape, you'll answer questions, and you'll respond, he pressed my cheeks and brought his face close to mine - Do you understand?
I didn't have to doubt his words; that guy had been in prison and before going in there, he'd made life impossible for Bea. Not mentioning what happened last night... Entrado and bestially screwed by the one he thought was his ex-girlfriend, but it turned out to be me. I nodded my head showing cooperation, as much as it gave, since I had already been penetrated, I felt used, defeated, it was obvious that if I screamed doubtfully someone would hear me, the house was empty, I had warned that I would be there for weeks taking care of my friend's mentioned dog, the neighbors were far away and I would never win a fight with someone like Beto. He took off the tape and continued talking: - Who are you? - Elizabeth - I said in a hoarse voice, cleared my throat and repeated - Elizabeth - Eli? Bea's friend? What are you doing here? Where is she? Those were many questions and I tried to answer them all. That man was violent and could do with me as he pleased. I collaborated willingly. I told him about the trip, that I had stayed over as a guest and all the details I knew about Bea's whereabouts, which wasn't much. When I finished telling him what I knew Beto got up and started walking around the room, obviously annoyed, it was clear he didn't know what to do next. It passed other minutes and finally my pleasant abuser spoke: - Damn it. Then things happened very quickly. He called me a slut, told me I had done it on purpose and that both Bea and I knew Beto was coming. Bea ran away and I, like a total slut, stayed behind to deceive him and let myself get caught. There was no sense or logic to it. The only thing I could do was deny it twice until Beto exploded, not literally. But metaphorically speaking because his emotions overwhelmed him and he threw himself on me again. He took off his Bermuda shorts and boxer briefs. He got down on top of me, with each knee pressed against my armpits, stayed on top of me with his thing, was masturbating on top of me, saw his veiny penis, with the foreskin covering and uncovering the glans. The penis wasn't fully erect but I estimated it to be between 17 and 19 centimeters, it was generously thick and had a slight curve to the Right.
right. He kept going at it, insulting me and equally insulting Bea.
- You're a slut! Then I'll treat you like a slut. You made Beatriz cheat on me and that's going to cost you dearly.
Did I make Beatriz cheat? That was crazy in many ways. I couldn't think about it because Beto decided what he would do. He buried his balls in my face. I tried to avoid them but with a strong arm holding my hair, he rubbed his testicles all over my face. I was suffocating and the only thing I could breathe was the smell of man, balls, and penis.
When he decided it was enough, he forced me to put his testicles in my mouth. I know you're imagining that I kicked and protested, but I had already made up my mind not to be stupid. Until then, I hadn't been severely hurt and the fucking wasn't that bad, violent but within limits, very close to the limit but he hadn't hit me. I wanted it to keep going so I gave in.
I put one ball in my mouth and sucked it like I knew how best to do it. Beto pushed the other one with his fingers. It was the first time I had my mouth full of two testicles. I always ate them one by one. Beto wasn't interested. He was masturbating on my face, banging his penis against my nose, eyes, and all over my face. I could barely move my tongue with his balls inside.
Things didn't improve, long minutes passed in which I was forced to suck, have, and lick the whole scrotum. But then he moved and sat on my face. You know why. I don't usually do it very often, not many let you do it or clean up after so that you'd want to. Now it didn't matter if I wanted to or not.
I pulled out my tongue and had to lick Beto's asshole. Lick and put inside. My esteemed abuser made me devour his anus. I closed my eyes and started sucking his ass.
The next twenty minutes were a salad of asshole and balls. And there was still the dressing left. Again, when Beto decided he'd had enough, he accelerated his masturbation, He positioned himself and grabbed my hair very tightly to make sure he hit the mark. He didn't fail, because when he came, he put his penis in my mouth. About half of it entered and I spasmed after spasm as he poured his warm semen into my mouth. The first jets hit my throat full-on, causing me to gag almost uncontrollably. The next ones took care of filling my mouth so much that it was dripping down the sides. He was a seminal animal.
Beto finished. But my situation didn't seem to be over yet. He left his penis in my mouth. I swallowed quite a bit of semen without him telling me, partly not to choke, partly because it went straight into my throat and partly because it slid slowly down, directly into mine.
- Keep sucking, you slut, now it's your turn to make me cum if you want to eat today.
Then I understood his plans, this was going to drag on. I wasn't going to cum and I'd be the target of his leftovers.
I had to think about how to get out of there. But for the time being, I kept sucking his penis slowly, with passion. It was somewhat soft and my mouth was filled with the remnants of his ejaculation. I had to suck his cock with a semen flavor. Strong salty flavor slightly acidic. Suck and suck. I swallowed all the fluids he had. That wasn't something I usually did. I like semen, but doing a blow job after he came in my mouth was another level of enjoying the taste of men.
I kept sucking without thinking about everything that was coming for me.
I woke up and the first sound I captured was the droplets of water hitting the wall. It was still raining. My mind floated in semi-consciousness before falling face-first into reality. I remembered everything and tried to get up, but my situation hadn't changed much. I had my hands tied, this time one to each corner of the bed, my legs were running the same course. My mouth was covered by what seemed like adhesive tape and apart from the sheet that covered part of my stomach, I was completely naked.
Flashbacks of memories passed through my mind and I relived them again. My vagina was still wet from what I supposed was semen that had come out of me at night. It was to be expected given the amount of discharge my abuser had deposited inside.
I struggled for a few minutes but the knots didn't give in even a little. I got desperate until exhaustion. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, but by the light I calculated it was morning. Many ideas passed through my mind - Had Beto left? Had he recognized me? Had he already discovered that I wasn't his beloved Beatriz? Well, that last one was very probable; I'm tangentially different from her, well-endowed, white, and red-haired.
I didn't have to daydream too much because the door to the room opened and my dear abuser entered. I followed him with my gaze, paralyzed mentally and physically. He sat down beside me on the bed, took hold of my jaw, and looked at me.
You'll take off the tape, you'll answer questions, and you'll respond, he pressed my cheeks and brought his face close to mine - Do you understand?
I didn't have to doubt his words; that guy had been in prison and before going in there, he'd made life impossible for Bea. Not mentioning what happened last night... Entrado and bestially screwed by the one he thought was his ex-girlfriend, but it turned out to be me. I nodded my head showing cooperation, as much as it gave, since I had already been penetrated, I felt used, defeated, it was obvious that if I screamed doubtfully someone would hear me, the house was empty, I had warned that I would be there for weeks taking care of my friend's mentioned dog, the neighbors were far away and I would never win a fight with someone like Beto. He took off the tape and continued talking: - Who are you? - Elizabeth - I said in a hoarse voice, cleared my throat and repeated - Elizabeth - Eli? Bea's friend? What are you doing here? Where is she? Those were many questions and I tried to answer them all. That man was violent and could do with me as he pleased. I collaborated willingly. I told him about the trip, that I had stayed over as a guest and all the details I knew about Bea's whereabouts, which wasn't much. When I finished telling him what I knew Beto got up and started walking around the room, obviously annoyed, it was clear he didn't know what to do next. It passed other minutes and finally my pleasant abuser spoke: - Damn it. Then things happened very quickly. He called me a slut, told me I had done it on purpose and that both Bea and I knew Beto was coming. Bea ran away and I, like a total slut, stayed behind to deceive him and let myself get caught. There was no sense or logic to it. The only thing I could do was deny it twice until Beto exploded, not literally. But metaphorically speaking because his emotions overwhelmed him and he threw himself on me again. He took off his Bermuda shorts and boxer briefs. He got down on top of me, with each knee pressed against my armpits, stayed on top of me with his thing, was masturbating on top of me, saw his veiny penis, with the foreskin covering and uncovering the glans. The penis wasn't fully erect but I estimated it to be between 17 and 19 centimeters, it was generously thick and had a slight curve to the Right.
right. He kept going at it, insulting me and equally insulting Bea.
- You're a slut! Then I'll treat you like a slut. You made Beatriz cheat on me and that's going to cost you dearly.
Did I make Beatriz cheat? That was crazy in many ways. I couldn't think about it because Beto decided what he would do. He buried his balls in my face. I tried to avoid them but with a strong arm holding my hair, he rubbed his testicles all over my face. I was suffocating and the only thing I could breathe was the smell of man, balls, and penis.
When he decided it was enough, he forced me to put his testicles in my mouth. I know you're imagining that I kicked and protested, but I had already made up my mind not to be stupid. Until then, I hadn't been severely hurt and the fucking wasn't that bad, violent but within limits, very close to the limit but he hadn't hit me. I wanted it to keep going so I gave in.
I put one ball in my mouth and sucked it like I knew how best to do it. Beto pushed the other one with his fingers. It was the first time I had my mouth full of two testicles. I always ate them one by one. Beto wasn't interested. He was masturbating on my face, banging his penis against my nose, eyes, and all over my face. I could barely move my tongue with his balls inside.
Things didn't improve, long minutes passed in which I was forced to suck, have, and lick the whole scrotum. But then he moved and sat on my face. You know why. I don't usually do it very often, not many let you do it or clean up after so that you'd want to. Now it didn't matter if I wanted to or not.
I pulled out my tongue and had to lick Beto's asshole. Lick and put inside. My esteemed abuser made me devour his anus. I closed my eyes and started sucking his ass.
The next twenty minutes were a salad of asshole and balls. And there was still the dressing left. Again, when Beto decided he'd had enough, he accelerated his masturbation, He positioned himself and grabbed my hair very tightly to make sure he hit the mark. He didn't fail, because when he came, he put his penis in my mouth. About half of it entered and I spasmed after spasm as he poured his warm semen into my mouth. The first jets hit my throat full-on, causing me to gag almost uncontrollably. The next ones took care of filling my mouth so much that it was dripping down the sides. He was a seminal animal.
Beto finished. But my situation didn't seem to be over yet. He left his penis in my mouth. I swallowed quite a bit of semen without him telling me, partly not to choke, partly because it went straight into my throat and partly because it slid slowly down, directly into mine.
- Keep sucking, you slut, now it's your turn to make me cum if you want to eat today.
Then I understood his plans, this was going to drag on. I wasn't going to cum and I'd be the target of his leftovers.
I had to think about how to get out of there. But for the time being, I kept sucking his penis slowly, with passion. It was somewhat soft and my mouth was filled with the remnants of his ejaculation. I had to suck his cock with a semen flavor. Strong salty flavor slightly acidic. Suck and suck. I swallowed all the fluids he had. That wasn't something I usually did. I like semen, but doing a blow job after he came in my mouth was another level of enjoying the taste of men.
I kept sucking without thinking about everything that was coming for me.
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