By Little Fuck Slut:
We’d talked on the phone a lot before that night, and I told him I wouldn’t mind if he came to my house and tied me up and raped me. I thought that we were just role playing and that he would never actually do it. After all, he lived almost six hours away by car, but he did tell me he was going to come and visit me someday. I guess I just always thought that he would tell me he was coming first.
We’d talked dirty on the phone, via text and on Skype. He seemed like a nice enough guy. I knew he was married and had kids of his own and I shouldn’t have been messing with him, but I loved the attention and I loved the rape fantasy that he processed with me. We talked about how he would tie me up and use my body, not letting me up for days, not until he was through using me. In our fantasies it was always at my house where he would tie me up and rape me, but when he actually came for me, he took me to a hotel room instead.
I was siting at my computer, looking at my favorite blog, Kinky Creations, when he struck. I heard the front door open and close and I assumed that it was my mother or father and so I didn’t really do anything but sit there with my hands up my skirt. Suddenly, he was in my room and I looked up and saw that he was actually here. I pinched myself, not sure if I was hallucinating or not. How could he be here? Had he really driven 6 fucking hours just to come fuck me? 
The answer was yes. He grabbed me and tied me up and pulled me out the front door to his car in broad daylight. I was screaming, but I wasn’t really sure if I should actually be scared or aroused by the fact that he had shown up at my house unannounced to kidnap me. He snapped a ball gag into my mouth so I couldn’t talk and then he turned up the stereo, which was playing Rage Against the Machine. I was in shock as he drove to the hotel and pulled me out of the car and threw me face first onto the hotel bed. My hands were strapped behind my back and tied together with some kind of rope, but he kept my legs free so he could pull my leggings and panties off.
“Here we are. Finally. I’ll bet you’re surprised!” he said excitedly as he pushed his cock not into my pussy, but into my asshole. I screamed loudly, but my scream was muted by the ball gag. He fucked my ass as hard as he had always promised he would and tears of pain ran from my eyes. He knew I’d never done anal before, that it was my first time, but he didn’t care whether he was hurting me or not. All he cared about was his own pleasure. I felt so stupid for ever trusting him or confiding in him. I went over in my mind everything I’d ever told him and I realized he knew everything about me. He knew all of my hopes and dreams as well as my fears. I knew the psychological and physical torture I was about to endure was going to be insane. I braced myself mentally and physically for it.
He was done using my ass and he’d moved on to my pussy. Now it was starting to feel good and I couldn’t help but cum hard on his cock.
“Yes, baby girl! Cum on my cock!” he moaned as he used my pussy. He stuck his thumb in my asshole as he fucked my pussy, which only made me cum harder. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be cumming, but my body wasn’t listening to my head. It was responding to his cock as if he were someone that belonged there. My body was loving the way he was fucking me and I came again and again as he raped me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he came inside of me. He knew that I wasn’t on birth control. In fact, he’d asked me so many times whether I was on it or not and I’d always said no. Now, he was dumping his cum in me and I could come to no other conclusion than that he was doing it on purpose, that he wanted to get me pregnant. I would have asked him about it, except I couldn’t talk with that ball gag still in my mouth. I hated him then. I hated him so much.
“There you go, slut. A nice load of cum up in your pussy. I hope you don’t get pregnant.” He laughed an evil laugh and I moved my body against the ropes, trying to wiggle myself free, but it was no use. I was going to be his victim for as long as he wanted me to be. He probably wouldn’t stop until I was bleeding from every hole and knocked up with his baby.