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Male Dominant, 36, Cincinnati, Ohio

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Male Dominant, 49, Fort Smith, Arkansas

The preparations were very carefully done. He had meticulously donned black clothing from head to foot and made sure that they were fit loosley enough to be able to get out of easily. The black gloves were slightly rubberized and created a snug fit. The knife at his belt was blackened also so as not to shed light. The black bandana on his head stopped it from bouncing off even the tiniest bit of light. The rope was but and knotted at just the right length to fit. The boxes stacked to the appropriate height. The flashlight positioned for easy access. And all the lights in the building had been disabled except for one in the very back which was only dimly lit. He heard the door open and the "ding" of the bell annoucing someone had just entered the shop. The jangle of keys as the front door was locked behind the person entering. The swift click, click of the high heels on the cement floor. The time he had waited for had come. In the still darkness he waited in a darkened doorway the looked out upon a large warehouse still dimly lit by a light in the back. His anticipation almost overwhelming, tangent and tasteful. He could see her outline as she passed directly in front of him. He wasn't worried because he knew the little light at the other end of the room wouldn't be able to help her lack of night vision from coming into the darkened warehouse from the brightly lit street outside. His heart almost catches in his chest when she pauses directly in front of him and turns his way, but then she just as quickly turns the other way, as if searching. He takes a small bolt he had collected earlier and softly tosses in the direction of the light. It bounces with what seems an earth shattering clash in the quiet stillness as it collides with the cement floor in the distance. She jumps back a step in her sudden startlement and says "o, fuck!" She is facing directly away from him as he steps from the shadows moving swiftly and silently, one hand gripping the knife the other poised at just the right height. He clamps his hand over her mouth and quickly brings the knife up to her throat. She is frozen in his grasp for the split second it takes to accomplish this. Her own sudden fear betraying her into immobility. Suddenly she starts to struggle and to make "mmmpphhhinggg" sounds as she tries tries to scream, but the rubberized gloves effectively cut off all sound while his strong arms keep her struggles under control. He places the knife against her soft throat and wispers in her ear "Quit struggling and I won't have to hurt you!" Her struggling lessens as he begins to drag her backward toward the darkened doorway he had emerged from, and then deeper into the dark recesses. He guides her to the waiting boxes and throws her on top of them all the while keeping his hand tightly upon her mouth. She struggles to keep herself from being layed down on her back, but not enough and when she is laying there he straddles her so that his legs have her pinned down. Looking her directly in eyes, the dim light allows him to see her genuine fear played out there for him to watch, and savor. "If I take my hand off your mouth, will you promise not to scream?" he askes her in an almost gentle voice. "Because if you do then I will be forced to hurt you. And we both know how much I don't want to hurt you." Seeing his eyes when he says "hurt you" light up, she knows in her heart that he is lying about not wanting to hurt her, he is just looking for an excuse. She softly and slowly shakes her head yes. His hand comes off of her mouth and she is able to take her first real breath since he grabbed her. As she inhales, not to scream but to bring the air back into her fear soaked lungs he takes her hand one by one and inserts them into ready-made loops at the end of a rope. Sitting up he looks down at her shapely form and admires it for what to her would probably be an eternity. He slowly starts to unbutton her blouse. She is dressed as any business woman might be. Nice blouse, black skirt that reaches midway to her knee, high heels, hair pulled back exposing her nicely-turned neck. Luckily for him, or maybe her depending on the outlook, the buttons on the blouse are snap buttons, and don't require her blouse to be ripped open. He gazes down at the ample bosom and is gratified to see that her nipples are beginning to swell under the black fabric of her strapless bra. "Hmmm," he muses, "looks like someone is a little turned on by this." He laughs, but it doesn't seem like a laugh of pleasure, but more of pure evilness. He pulls down the bra around her belly fully exposing her breasts, then slowly drops his head down and take a nipple between his teeth and carefully biting down, just enough to cause a little ripple of pleasure to run down her belly and between her thighs. She tries to stifle her small moan of pleasure, but its just loud enough for him to hear. "Are you enjoying this?" he asks. She shakes her head no and begs her body to belive her mind. "I think your lying to me." He gets off her body and moves to the side so that he can run a hand up the inside of her thigh, going higher and higher until he feels the cloth of her panties which are warm and wet. "Yes, you are lying to me. You like this just a little too much don't you, you little slut." His hand rubbs against her warm pussy bringing almost to much sensation to her already on-fire body. Another moan escapes her mouth, this time louder. He moves between her legs and uses his body to force her thighs apart as he beings to strip her panties from her. She struggles, but only weakly as he successfully throws them on the floor. With her legs spread open for him and unable to close because of his body he slowly, almost gently slides two fingers into her sopping wet mound. She gasps and throws her body onto his fingers while hating herself for enjoying it so much. Her body quickly responds to the in and out motion of his fingers and she is taken beyond her desire to get away, taken to a place where she can't remember having been before. Suddenly he stops before she can orgasm. This time her moan is in frustration. He takes his fingers out and climbs up her body, his finger tracing a firey line to her neck. He roughly puts his fingers around her throat as he bends his head to kiss her. The ultimate violation. Even a whore will refuse to kiss a john, so it makes sense that a business woman will feel the ultimate violation when forced to kiss her attacker. She clamps her lips shut at his insistent attempt to give her an open-mouth kiss. He drops his hand from her throat to her breast, his other hand tangles in her hair. He uses the hair hold to keep her hair in place while roughly tweaking her nipple. She gasps at the sudden pain, truly hurt this time. "See when you refuse me I give you pain. But when you submit to me, I give you great pleasure."??Her mouth opens this time when he kisses her. His tongue darts inside exploring her, tasting her, drinking in her breath. A few moments of this preferential treatment is enough for him. He hungers for the real taste of her. Going back between her legs he forces them apart and without preamble drops his head to her freshly shaven mound, parting her lips with his tongue and fingers to get at her highly aroused clit. Expertly he plays it back and forth with his tongue arousing it further, feeling the mounting desire of the woman below him. She is no longer struggling to get away, but her body is moving none-the-less. She begins to writhe and moan as her orgasm builds, and builds. This time he keeps going, tongue and fingers moving faster and faster as he feels her building toward an explosion. Suddenly he raises up and thrusts his hardened cock deep inside her. She screams out with pleasure as he impales her as deep as he can with each thrust. Her body begins to flow under his as they both reach heights of exstacy. When he feels her finish for a second time he stops and he moves around the side of the boxes to her head. "Open your mouth!" he orders her. When she doesn't move quick enough he grabs her by the hair and pulls her head to the side of the boxes. When she refuses to open her mouth he again roughly grabs her nipple forcing an open-mouthed gasp from her at which time he shoves his cock as far in as it will go. She gags for a moment and he pulls out a little, but only a little. He reaches down and plays with her clit some more, and as her body responds, so does her enthusiasm for sucking his cock. She becomes no better than a whore as she deeply takes it in her mouth and sucks it, trying to get his juices to come out. Her hand plays with his balls and she can feel him getting even harder in her mouth. "Get it nice and wet, cause it's going back in here" she knows exactly where he is talking about since he is skillfully playing her clit back and forth roughly. She sops her spit on his cock just before he roughly turns her over so she is now face down. His cock slides easily inside of her and the rythmic pounding begins again. He grabs her bra and uses it like the reigns of a horse as he rides her from behind never stopping until his sweat is sliding off his body and dripping down on her back. Even then he keeps going, in an almost anamalistic rage as he builds toward an orgasm. She is squirming underneath him ready to explode once again. They cum together in a screaming match that rocks the warehouse walls. His sperm laying on the ground at his feet, her juices all over him

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