I didn't even have time to scream.

I didn't even have time to scream before I felt something wet clamp over my mouth and a sharp smell hit my nose... I lost consciousness... When I came to, I couldn't understand where I was... I was lying on a huge bed in a very spacious, rather beautiful room... I tried to get up, but realized my head was hurting and spinning badly, and I flopped back down... I tried to understand what was happening... The door to the room opened. A man around thirty, tall, handsome, and very large, entered... Without any emotion, he sat on the bed and pressed a knife to my throat. I didn't even try to get up; the fear that he would

slash me right then just paralyzed me. I was speechless. Over the next 15 minutes, I learned that I would now live here and do what I was told. That I would be kept in good conditions if I was obedient, and if not—I would be killed. He smiled and left...

I got up, examined the room, the window, but the only way out was through the door... It was dark outside, a small nightlight was on in the room. Not remembering myself from terror, I decided to risk leaving the room. Just as I grabbed the handle, the door swung open and he walked in wearing a white terrycloth robe. I jumped back in surprise, he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. Just as I started my plea to let me go, he approached me. He smelled delicious, he was very well-groomed, but his eyes were so merciless, I understood I was lost. A minute later, I was fighting back as best I could, begging him not to touch me. He took off my dress, I was left in my underwear... I was sobbing so hard I was stuttering. He leaned over me and started kissing me, holding my hands and head... My strength was already running out, I realized I couldn't fight him anymore, and nothing had even started yet... I felt so helpless and doomed. He said that if I didn't resist, he wouldn't hurt me. He called me affectionate names, but that made it even scarier; it seemed to me he was sick and could do anything.

A couple of minutes later, my bra was off, and his robe was off. He was touching and kissing my breasts. When he started taking off my panties, horror washed over me again. I started screaming and fighting back even harder with my last strength. But my resistance meant nothing to him; I couldn't even budge him. When my panties were off, he pulled handcuffs from somewhere and fastened my hands above my head to the bed's headboard. He started kissing my neck, went lower, and reached my pussy. His hands painfully squeezed my ass. It didn't hurt, but I was crying hard, my head was splitting, and my throat was dry. At first, he gently caressed me there with his tongue, then harder and rougher; his cock was pulsing as if he was about to cum. I coughed, he stopped, looked at me, and left. I thought he had finally taken pity on me, but then he came back in with a glass. He brought me something to drink; I propped myself up as best I could and greedily drank all the contents, and only then felt a bitter taste in my mouth... And then everything swam... My whole body went limp; it was even hard to cry. But, thank God, my mind remained clear. He uncuffed me and sat me up, leaning me against the wall... He made me give him a blowjob! His cock was so huge that only the head fit in my mouth... and even then I thought my lips would tear... But that was enough for him to cum in my mouth. He made me swallow everything and wiped my lips... He pulled me onto the bed and lay between my legs... With one hand he held my hands, with the other he tried to push his cock into me.

I was completely dry, it hurt, and he couldn't manage it. He smeared his cock with Vaseline and tried again. The cock slowly started entering me, but so tightly I thought I would tear any second... I cried and begged, but he forced his cock into me. At first, he did everything slowly, then faster and faster... He moaned with pleasure and sometimes looked into my eyes. When my strength returned, I tried to break free, but it was all in vain. This lasted about ten minutes. Soon he picked up such a pace that my body shuddered every time he roughly thrust it into me... He came violently and inside me! I was drained like a lemon from that pace... He lay down next to me... I lay silently, afraid to move so he wouldn't want more... I don't remember how long we lay there, but my strength returned. I thought he had fallen asleep. I started thinking about how to escape right then. But it wasn't to be. He suddenly got up and flipped me onto my stomach; I started crying again, realizing this wasn't over. He spread my legs and lay on top. He grabbed my hair so I couldn't move my head. His other hand was already between my legs. He tried to put a finger in my ass. I writhed as much as I could, jerked, screamed, but he did it anyway. Then he shoved two fingers in; it started to hurt, I squealed. He told me to relax, but I couldn't! Then I felt his huge cock at my virgin ass! A shiver ran down my skin. All my muscles clenched to the limit. He pushed his cock into me hard, insistently, but slowly; I felt pain, and this bastard moaned with pleasure. Soon the cock was fully inside. He started fucking me... at first slowly, not putting it all the way in, then roughly and sharply... I struggled as best I could; soon, exhausted, I just lay there moaning, crying, and waiting for it to end... and then I lost consciousness...