Rape

Carrie’s face was sullen as she sat in the small room of the courthouse. Her attorney pleaded with her not to settle on the terms her husband was proposing.

“Carrie, we can do better than this…hell, anybody could do better than this,” he told her. “You’re giving this guy everything except the kids. He owes you on the home, his pension, more child support and there should be alimony!”

“Listen, Matt, I appreciate everything you’ve done, I really do,” Carrie responded. “But you just don’t understand…you didn’t live with this bully and you don’t have to live with what happens after all of this is done.”

“Yeah, but you have kids to take care of and what about you, you need…”

She cut him off in mid-sentence. “Matt please, just give me the papers to sign. It’s the only way to get him out of my life once and for all.”

“My experience in these types of cases is it won’t…”

“Matt, please,” she pleaded.

“Fine. It’s your life and your decision. You’re making a mistake. All I can do is advise you, but here; I just hope you don’t live to regret this. I believe you will,” he added, handing her the papers.

Carrie signed the divorce papers, there was a short hearing and she left the courthouse, her now former husband riding the elevator down with her. He was quiet until the door opened. As they stepped out, he moved quickly ahead of her turning only to say, “I’ll see you for dinner tonight,” then laughed as he walked away. She froze. He couldn’t possibly be serious.

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Carrie had a restless night, sleeping when she could, but waking often. Her right wrist was held tight to Dave’s left wrist by the handcuffs joining them together. The previous night had been another awful one for her. She hated her ex-husband. When they were married, he acted like he owned her and now, after the divorce, when she thought everything would change, he came around whenever he felt like it. Sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for a few days. She had wanted so many times to call the police, but those damn photos she let him take when they were married still haunted her. She couldn’t believe she had let him talk her into taking so many of her in compromising positions or the more embarrassing ones of her performing what she knew were unnatural acts. Now all he had to do was mention them and she cringed in fear he really would show them to someone, maybe even make good on his threat to get custody of the kids even though they both knew the last thing he wanted was the kids interfering with the debaucheries of his lifestyle.

She could smell the alcohol on his breath as he slept next to her. Dave was a big man standing well over six feet tall and weighing close to 250 pounds. He drank heavy and chain-smoked, two things she hated, but not as much as the physical beatings she had endured during her years of marriage to him. At least now that part had ended. Everything should have that final day in court, but now there was a new aspect-the sexual abuse by him that tormented her. He still thought of the petite woman as his even though they weren’t married “in the eyes of law” as he would always say. He had promised her when the divorce was over she would always be his “bitch” and was making any degree of normalcy in her life impossible.

Since their divorce eight months earlier she had had three jobs, but lost all of them because of his constant phone calls to her at work or by barging into her home late at night keeping her awake to the point she was too tired to go to work. The worse part was the kids. They didn’t understand, they never did. They loved that “daddy” was home. She had shielded them from the horrors of the physical side of him during the marriage and they couldn’t understand why she didn’t “love daddy anymore.” Her maternal instinct to protect them kept her tied, literally this night, to him. She would do whatever it took to keep them safe from the treacherous man lying next to her and, one day, she would somehow escape his hold on her and start a new life.

It was early morning and she could feel him start to stir. Her small 5- 4, 108 pound body lying next to his looked so tiny to her. There was no way she could fight him off and wouldn’t dare trying to do so. His arms were muscular from working construction and his chest was massive. As powerfully built as his upper body was, his big belly protruded prominently above all else. Lying there naked, his cock draped over this thigh. It was disgusting for her to look at him but what she really feared was the weapon of abuse that hung between his legs. His body turned toward her, his big stomach now lying on her arm pressing it hard to the bed, trapping her. She didn’t want to move for fear of waking him. On the other hand, he might just get up and leave, especially since he had already seen the kids the night before. The odor of stale beer and old cigarettes turned her stomach. His heavy cock pushed against her soft skin as he continued to sleep.

His cock started to awaken before he did. She could feel the bulging dick pushing harder against her skin. Carrie looked down at the growing cock. She was sure many women would find it appealing. The head was perfectly shaped and soft, the shaft was long and thick, and his balls were large and heavy. It was too bad such a fine set of cock and balls were attached to such a dick she thought to herself, making herself laugh for the first time since he had shown up the night before. Her quiet laughter woke him and his eyes glanced over to see her gazing down at the growing cock digging into her soft skin.

“See you noticed my hard dick, slut!” his snarling voice startled her. “We’ll get these fucking cuffs off and you can suck it for me!”

Carrie’s body flinched when she heard his words. She had sucked many cocks in her life before meeting Dave, and during their marriage she had been avid in her desire to go down on him to bring him pleasure. She became obsessed by it and so did he. In the early years of their marriage she had loved his cock but now loathed the thought of it. Actually, her change in attitude began long before the marriage ended for both of them. He forced her to measure her worth in her ability to suck cock all the while berating her for it. Still, it provided her a moment of relief from the other, more violent, aspect of their marriage.

He knew she hated him and she knew what he did now was his way of controlling and humiliating her further as an act of revenge for trying to get out of a bad situation. He would treat her nasty, make crude comments to her and shoot his burning cum in her mouth or on her face if, and whenever, he wanted. He would still take pictures of her when he wanted and loved taking them of his cum globed on her face and small, delicate lips, especially as it cooled and smoothly slid down her face. She would try to smile for the camera to keep him happy, but it was just another picture he would use against her somehow, someday, or so she believed. He had promised so many times if she was nice to him he would give her all the pictures he had. She wanted to believe him, but why more photos, she wondered, each time they were together? He had hundreds, more likely thousands, by now. Every hair on her body stood in fear at them, and not just photos of her cum-soaked face and hair, but the older photos of unnatural acts he forced her to perform were the ones that sickened her to even think about. It was these photos she feared disclosure of the most. Ironically, it was those very same pictures fueling her hatred of him and yet forcing her to continue in the twisted relationship.

“Hey, whore, the cuffs are off! What the fuck are doing just laying there on your fat ass!”

She had been so deeply engrossed in her thoughts she hadn’t even noticed he had freed her wrist only to enslave her in another way. Still, what choice did she have? Maybe she would get the photos back if she played nice with him, but it was becoming more doubtful. Yet, she held out hope, regardless of how unrealistic it was, he would somehow change with her help. She started to move her hand down to his cock but he grabbed her wrist stopping her. His action confused her.

“I gotta take a piss first, bitch!” he said. His voice always sounded angry, but it was a natural tone for him. “Maybe I ought to piss in your cunt, what do you think, whore?” he roared with laughter seeing the look of horror on her face. “What’s wrong with you? Rather have it on your face and in your mouth? Get the fuck outta my way!”

Carrie had a brief respite from her former husband while he was in the bathroom. It was only a couple minutes of freedom, but a welcome relief to her just the same. Coming back out, she looked up at him. “I have to go too,” she said meekly.

“You have to go too…what do you have to do?” he asked angrily.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

“For what, what are you gonna do in the bathroom?”

“I have to go, you know, let me go and I’ll be right back.”

“Damn you whore, I said tell me what you gotta do!”

“I have to pee, Dave…that’s it, just pee.”

“You mean take a piss outta that cunthole, isn’t that what you really mean?”

Carrie sat quietly on the bed waiting, hoping he would just give her permission to go, but he had played these games so many times. She knew it wouldn’t be that easy, and she was right this time.

“Answer me, slut!”

“Yes, Dave, that’s what I have to do. I’ve got to take a piss outta my cunthole.” She felt a deep sense of shame at the words she spoke and the look of glee he had in his eyes as she did only made it worse.

He laughed and told her to get in there and then get her fat ass back to the bedroom. She started walking toward the bathroom when she heard his voice. “Sounds like a Kodak moment,” he laughed. His words crippled her mind and body when she heard them, knowing exactly what he meant. “Get back over her for a minute,” he called to her. “Take this here Polaroid and get some good shots of your piss running over your hand…they better be good ones too!” He stopped for a moment studying her face noting her look of shock and disgust, but it wasn’t enough for him. “And maybe get one of your pissy fingers dripping in your mouth when you’re done!” he added.

Carrie walked over to him, resigned to give in to him one more time. He handed her the camera and she turned and dutifully did what he demanded, ashamed of herself for giving in and of the pictures she would hand him. Walking out of the bathroom, she heard his voice again.

“Hold it right there!” he shouted at her. “Put the camera on the floor and crawl over to me, and bring those fucking pictures over here…I wanna see ‘em!”

Carrie looked over at Dave. He was sitting on the edge of the bed now. There was a cruel sneer on his face. She put the camera on the floor and got on her hands and knees holding the four photos she had taken of herself in the bathroom and started to crawl forward toward the bed. She muttered some words under her breath.

“Hey, what the fuck! Shut the fuck up, bitch! I hate your fucking attitude. It’s no wonder you can’t find any men to put up with your smart ass mouth…you’re damn lucky to have me, you know that! Now get the fuck over here and we’ll shut that fucking hole up,” he snapped at her. “Yeah, we’ll stuff my big, old dirty dick in your trap and shut you up, you fucking bitch!”

Any remnants of self-esteem she had ever had were gone. He had sapped it and her strength years before. “Stand up bitch and get over here!” he demanded now. She jumped to her feet at his words. “You are so fucking slow, you know that. Sometimes I think you’re a fucking retard…yeah, a retarded little whoring cocksucker! You know that… you hear me… you worthless piece of shit!”

Again she said nothing and this time he didn’t push the issue. She had said it or something like it so many times before when he demanded it. She had called herself a whore, a bitch, a slut, a cocksucker and host of other names when he pushed the issue. Now, Carrie sometimes wondered if it was all true. After all, he had the pictures to prove it. She could have stopped it years before according to him but was just a “dumb cunt” that couldn’t be a lady. Maybe, she wondered at times, she really was a dumb bitch that couldn’t do anything but suck cock, and maybe not even very well according to him. She knew because of the divorce settlement she gave into she wasn’t financially independent and begged him for what little extra she could get, always with the threat she couldn’t afford to take care of the kids like he could, and that she somehow owed him because of his generosity, no matter how meager.

“You’re like your fucking mother, you know that-both a couple of cumsluts!” She grimaced when he said it. “Yeah, your mother is a fucking whore just like you and I’ll tell you something, you better not bring up my daughter the way your mother brought you up!” His eyes pierced hers and the words cut through her body like a knife. “Now get down on your knees and suck my cock, bitch…do the only thing you’re any good at. You know, you could probably make a living sucking cock…you know that!” She could take the insults about her mother. Sure, the words stung but she had become conditioned to his taunts over the years. It was the fear she had about losing the kids that was so difficult for her to handle, but she was more repulsed by the comment he made regarding their daughter. How could a father even say something like that, she wondered. “Yeah, you and your slut mother would make quite a pair on the fucking streets,” he added.

Carrie knelt to her knees again and moved forward toward him again, this time scooting across the floor on her knees. He plopped down from the bed sitting on the floor. “Crawl, bitch…fucking crawl over here.” Once again her hands dropped forward and she crawled the rest of the way over to him stopping when her head was between his spread knees. “Hand me those pictures,” he demanded. Lifting the photos up with one hand she watched as he looked at them.

“Hmm, not bad,” she heard him say. “How’s that hot piss feel on your hand…I hope you washed it off before you came over here you dirty little piggy,” he said, mocking her again with ridicule and contempt. “Get your ass moving and get that ugly face right over my cock!” he ordered. She moved slightly forward, her mouth just inches above the head of his cock.

“Well, what the fuck you waiting for, bitch; suck my cock!”

Her hand grasped his dick and ran up and down the length of it. His cock stood straight up pointed obscenely at her mouth. “Yeah, that’s it! Stroke it a bit first.” Her hand wrapped more tightly around his cock and moved up and down. She hoped he would come quickly. His cock was throbbing in her hand and she moved it faster. She could see the precum she normally despised leaking from the top. This time she hoped he would shoot and get the hell out of her small home before the kids woke up.

“Hey, bitch, damn you…slow down and take it in your cocksucking mouth!” he demanded. “What the fuck, you keep doing that and I’m gonna shoot my cum all over that ugly face, bitch…I know you’d like that you lousy little cockwhore!”

She almost spoke but gritted her teeth to stop herself. The fucker, she thought, too bad he didn’t come. She knew he usually wanted to leave before the kids got up, especially when they saw him the night before, and they had this time. It was just an appearance by him to let them know “mommy and daddy still love each other.” If the children just understood what was really happening, she thought, things would be so different. She had tried changing the locks one time, but the kids, happy to see their daddy, had let him in. Carrie had no choice but to give him the key he demanded after warning her to never “try a stunt like that again!”

The single drop of precum grew into a pool on the head of his cock oozing out of the little slit on top. “Lick it off, bitch!” he ordered her. Her mouth moved to the tip of his cock and licked the large drop of precum from the top. There was no taste, but he could sense her feeling of disgust. “You used to like that stuff, remember! Keep licking, you lousy piece of shit for brains cunt!”

Her mouth stayed just on the head and her tongue continued licking the top and around just under the head of his engorged cock. Her fingers moved along the shaft while her tongue continued to circle just underneath the head trying to make him come. He leaned back against the bed and relaxed, enjoying the sensations of her mouth and tongue on his cock. She moved her mouth down further; sucking harder, while her tongue moved faster trying to get it over with. She could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth and could hear his animal-like moans turn into groans. She felt his hand pull at her hair lifting her mouth from his twitching dick. “Hold on…take it easy, bitch…man you love sucking my cock don’t you!” he laughed, knowing she hated him and hated his cock in her mouth even more.

“Yeah, baby, I do,” she lied. “Just trying to make you feel really good, Dave!” To anyone else she would have sounded sweet and in love, but both of them knew the exact opposite was true. For Dave, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about her feelings and he certainly didn’t care if she liked sucking his cock or not. Her mouth, pussy and ass were receptacles for his deposits of cum-nothing more and nothing less. He regained his composure and ordered her again, “Suck my cock, do it good but slower this time, you fucking little slut!”

Carrie’s mouth opened again and took his large cock inside. It was all she could do to open her mouth wide enough to take the massive head in, but once it popped inside again, she slowly pushed her head up and down while twisting her mouth around the shaft, slower this time. Her mouth took the shaft in about halfway and she continued sucking, applying pressure with her tongue, still hoping and waiting for him to hurry up and come so he would leave her alone.

”C’mon, Carrie…show me what a good little cocksucker you are and take it all the way in!” Without waiting another second, he lifted his hips and pushed her head down hard with his hands shoving his cock deep inside of her mouth. His hands held her down for a few moments. The brutal thrust caught her by surprise. His big belly pushed against her face and his cockhead mashed against the back of her throat. She gagged at first and couldn’t breathe. Her mouth was pulled up and down the hard shaft, guided by his strong hands on her head. The swollen dick fucked in and out of her mouth as she slowly recovered from the initial jab by him. Her lips glided along the shaft but it wasn’t good enough for him. She heard his voice belittling her and demanding she do a better job, all the while calling her vile names. His hands still held her head and his fingers twisted tightly in her hair forcing her mouth to work faster up and down his thick cock. She sucked hard trying desperately to make him come so he would get out and put an end to her nightmarish life, at least for the time being.
Carrie’s sense of what was happening turned her stomach. There was no love or lust in her movements. She was experienced at sucking cock and her only thoughts were on ways to make him come quicker than he wanted to. Her mouth sucked voraciously at his cock and her tongue continued to press and rub the hard shaft in her mouth. When her mouth was high enough she licked just under the head and kept her hand moving on his dick and sometimes letting it fall to his heavy balls. Anything she could think of to make him come quicker she tried. She would have enjoyed making love to a man’s cock-any man but him. For her, with him, it was a disgusting and humiliating act. She could feel his hot cock throbbing again and knew he would come soon. The final degradation would be when he came. She knew he would shoot on her face and then grab that fucking camera and take more pictures. Why he needed so many was something she couldn’t figure out. He had threatened many times to get a camcorder, but so far, at least as far as she knew, he hadn’t done so, yet.

Dave looked down at her. He had a satisfied smile on his face-the sense of satisfaction one gets when they win something. He let her hair go and her head moved on it’s own, her face fucking his cock faster now while he watched his hard cock sink into her mouth, her cheeks were being sucked in as he fucked her mouth. But, he was a mean spirited man and soon grabbed her by the hair again jerking her head back. He wanted to see her face, but her eyes stared up at him without emotion or feeling. Her face was expressionless as his cock continued to move in and out of her mouth. The fleshy shaft was wet from her spit as it moved. It was her apparent lack of enthusiasm that really pissed him off. He slammed her head down ramming his cock deep in her mouth and then let go of her hair and she continued to work his dick with her well-trained mouth.

She felt his fingers grasp at her nipple and pinch hard. Her body jerked from the shot of pain. She heard his comments about sucking cock like her mother and pinched, pulled and twisted her nipple again. She kept sucking, her mind telling her bite hard, but knowing better. She could feel his cock seemingly swell even larger in her mouth and continued sucking harder and faster, ignoring the barrage of comments about her and her family. She knew it would be over in a matter of moments and if luck was on her side, he’d leave. She knew he could show up again that night or it could be a week. That was the hell of it all for her-the not knowing that drove her crazy. Sometimes she thought it would just be easier to let him move back in for good. She was stuck with him anyway it seemed and, the kids would love it.

With one hand she stroked his cock, holding it loosely in her hand letting it slide quickly up and down with a light twisting motion. With her other hand, she rubbed his big balls with the palm of her hand. Her mouth and hands worked rhythmically until she heard him call out, “I’m coming…I’m coming you fucking, cocksucking slut!”

Carrie could feel the first jet of his hot cum slam against the back of her throat. Knowing what was coming next, she desperately tried to hold her mouth steady on his cock, but he grabbed her hair and pulled hard ripping her mouth from his jerking cock. Dave’s hand moved quickly grabbing his cock and pointed it at her face. His cum shot up and spewed on her face. Her eyes closed from the stinging blast of cum hitting them and felt the rest hitting the side of her face and whisking back into her hair. The rest of his cum fell harmlessly to his belly. He grabbed her head pushing it into the cum puddle on his stomach rubbing her face in it before pulling her mouth back over his cock. He pushed it deeply inside and held it there. The feel of his filthy cock pushed back into her mouth was even more revolting to her now. His cock was a like plunger pushing what little cum was left in her mouth down her throat. She could feel his cock soften in her mouth and he finally took it out and pushing her, flipped her over on her back.

“Lay there on your back you fucking pig!” he commanded. “I gotta get the camera you left over by the john. It seems you can’t do nothing right!”

She laid on the floor quietly while he clicked pictures. In between photos, she could see him leering menacingly at her. His cum was matted in her hair and still thick, it clung to the side of her face. Carrie’s lips, chin and nose were smeared with his foul cum, too. He just laughed taking another picture. “This one will make a nice one for your dear old mother!” he laughed cruelly. This time, not cringing at the words, Carrie was silent. She had heard it all before so many times. “I think the guys at work will like this one,” he said as he clicked another photo.

When he was finally done taking pictures, he told her get to the bathroom and clean up. “Look a little respectable for the kids, will you! They know their mother is a cocksucking whore, but don’t be so obvious about it!”

Carrie started to get to her feet, but was stopped dead in her tracks by his booming voice.

“What the fuck are you doing! You fucking cunt! Crawl outta here just you crawled in, bitch!”

She dropped back to the floor and started to crawl to the bathroom. She heard the camera click again and muttered under her breath she would someday kill the fucking bastard if she ever got the chance. She knew it was lie. For all of his faults, in her own warped mind, he was after all the father of her kids, and they needed him.

In the bathroom mirror she could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. The tears came from the anguish of what had happened but even more from the anger she felt. Using some water and a towel she cleaned her face and hair and put on a bathrobe. Walking back out of the bathroom to the bedroom, he was already dressed. Good, she thought to herself, he’s finally going to get out of her. A slight smile must have revealed itself on her lips.

“Don’t look so happy to see me go, bitch!” he said. “Maybe I should have you make me some coffee and toast…you know how to do that don’t you, you stupid twat! Maybe I should hang around today and play with the kids.”

Even though she felt certain he wouldn’t do it, she couldn’t be sure. She stood quietly looking at him, waiting. He finally stood up. “How ’bout a kiss for your darling husband before he leaves for work?” he asked her. His smelly mouth went to her lips and his tongue split them kissing her hard before pulling back, laughing. “See ya soon, you worthless piece of shit!” he snarled as he walked to the bedroom door to leave. “Oh, and tell the kids daddy loves them!”

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