Caroline Ch. 01.06

I put my mouth back on his cock and sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the head and poking it into the little hole. I was rewarded with pre-cum. This seemed to make me worse, this taste of the essence of him, salty, bitter, sweet all at once. I left his cock and kissed him on the mouth. Our tongues met and we looked each other in the eye. I was frightened by what I saw but I was enjoying it, wanted it. What did I want, I don't know. His eyes were steely grey with golden flashes, I'd never seen this before. His tongue became insistent pushing into my mouth. His hands were all over me squeezing stroking, not gently like before but hard, demanding. It was wonderful.

I pulled my mouth away from his and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me now, stick that big cock in me. Fuck my cunt now, hard, deep. I want it."

He virtually threw me onto my back, spread my legs and put his hard maleness in my vagina. No preliminaries, no licking, no touching, but I was wet, very wet. I wanted him deep in me. "Come on you bastard," I said, "Fuck me!!" Where was this coming from?

He growled and pushed into me. No finesse now, just a drive deep into my sex, right up inside my vagina and into my womb. I screamed and orgasmed. I looked into his eyes, smiled and reached for him. Our kiss was passionate and hard, no tenderness now. Again I pulled away and kissed his shoulder then, as I felt him pounding into me, I bit him as hard as I could. For some reason I wanted to hurt him now, to taste him, his blood, his body. He was pummelling away in my vagina, gloriously deep. I knew he wouldn't cum yet so I could go on having orgasms for ever. I tasted saltiness that must have been blood, he yelled but continued to stroke me hard and deep. I moved my mouth and bit him again. At the same time I dug my nails into his back and, as another orgasm crashed across me, I scratched him, long and deep scratches. He yelled again in pain, what a sound, and he pulled away from my arms.

He looked down on me while he continued to fill my sex. His eyes were hard, his expression had changed from its usual softness to a much bleaker one. I was frightened of what he might do but I wanted him to do it. I smiled at him and poked out my tongue, "Fuck me," I said, "Fuck me, hurt me, fuck me, hurt me," I didn't realise what I was saying, I just wanted him to react.

He reached down and took hold of my nipples, squeezed and twisted them hard. It hurt like hell and I screamed. He didn't stop, just continued to squeeze and tweak them backwards and forwards as he continued to pound into me. I was moaning in pain/pleasure as another orgasm arrived. Then one hand found my clit which he pinched, again very hard. The brought another scream, the pain was intense but I loved it. I looked him directly in the eye, "Fuck me," I said smiling at him and poking my tongue out at him again.

He put his hand down over my mouth for me to suck his fingers but I bit the soft area at the base of his thumb really hard. He jerked his hand away and slapped my face quite hard causing my head to roll. It hurt. I turned back to face him, "Fuck me," I said smiling at him and poking my tongue out at him. He leant forward to kiss me, rough, hard, his tongue forcing into me. I bit it. He pulled away and slapped me again. It hurt. I turned back to face him, "Fuck me," I said smiling at him and poking my tongue out at him.

He suddenly pulled his cock out of me, "Turn over" he ordered. There was no tenderness here just animal desire. "I want your arse."

I turned over and stuck my bottom in the air. Although my pussy was sore from his furious screwing and my nipples still hurt, I wanted him in my arse as well. Even now writing this I feel the thrill of it all again, a terrifying, frightening, but oh so exciting thrill. I could feel the redness on my face where he slapped me. This was a frightening journey but the fear and anticipation were intense, powerful, and so exciting fuelling my insane desire.

He put his stiffness at the entrance to my rectum and pushed against my tight anus. Luckily some of the lube I'd used getting ready was still there and he was very wet with my cum juices. My anus tightened as he pushed against it, just a natural reaction I think, because I certainly wanted him there. The resistance seemed to annoy him, however, because he smacked my bottom really hard, "Open," he said in a strange voice, "open up. I want that arsehole." Unfortunately the smack actually caused me to clench my anus shut again so he hit me again. It hurt but it was great, the pain mixing with all the other feelings inside me, it didn't seem to matter that it hurt, just that he was doing this to me. I realised I could have some 'fun' with him, wind him up some more so I resisted his entrance to my rectum. I squeezed my ring tight so he couldn't get in. He moved away and began to tan my bottom, both hands hitting both cheeks, "Open up, you cow," he said, "give me that arse." It bloody hurt, wonderful! Smack, smack, smack. After half a dozen I turned my head back to him, smiled and said, "Fuck my arse, you bastard" and poked my tongue out at him.

He put his cock at my anus and pushed. He wasn't taking no for an answer this time, he was going to take me there whether I wanted it or not. He pushed past my natural resistance and buried half his prick in my back entrance. I could feel the head pushing apart the walls of my rectum as his forged forward. It hurt like hell this time, no preliminaries I suppose. At halfway he stopped for a moment, leant forward and whispered in my ear, "More, bitch?"

"Oh yes, give me it all. Fuck my arse, you dog."

And he did, all 8½ inches, right up into my bowels. Fuck it hurt worse than last time, like I was being split apart but it was GOOD. I yelled, I came, I bucked. Then he started to fuck deep into my bottomhole, long strokes in and out with a hard finish, a final push. I could feel his thighs banging into mine and his pubic hair tickling my bottom. He reached down and pulled my cheeks apart as he drove into me. God, he had more, another bit of his cock pushed up inside me. He was truly balls deep in me, I could feel them banging against my sex. It was hurting but it felt good. I wanted him to hurt me, to fill me with his cock, break me. I don't know how to explain it, I just wanted to be used. He kept thrusting into my bottomhole for a while like this then he reached down and pulled my legs together and pushed me flat on the bed, all the while continuing to fill my rear. This was different, a different angle. His penis was banging into the walls of my rectum, bruising me. It hurt even more but I loved it.

"Oh yes," I shouted, "fuck my arse, bury your cock in my arse. Can't you fuck me harder, bastard." He continued to pound into me, deep and hard. I was really hurting now but I didn't mind, I was enjoying the pain. It sort of mixed with the pleasure and seemed to take it to a new high.

Then he rolled us onto our side with him still in me. He reached down and pulled my top leg right up to my shoulder giving him access to my sex which he began to finger roughly. He tweaked my clit hard and I screamed, in pain and in passion because I came as he did so. I'd lost count of the orgasms I'd had, they were rolling around me all the time. He started to smack my pussy, already sore from his previous attention, making sure he got my clit. It hurt like hell, especially as he was still pounding in and out of my back door like a madman but it was wonderful.

He pulled out and moved me onto my back. I was devastated, I wanted him to cum deep in my bowels. I needn't have worried. He forced my legs wide open and lifted my knees. I looked in his eyes, there was no humanity there, just the animal, I was scared but what a wonderful fear. I suppose the same look was in my eyes for he just rammed his cock up my back passage with no ceremony and pushed as far as he could go. Again I screamed, in pain and in surprise, but the pain was pleasure.

I reached up for him with my arms and he leant forward to kiss me. I bit his mouth, then I held him and bit his shoulder so deeply I tasted blood again. I scratched his back deeply as my pleasure mounted. He yelped and pulled away. Again he started on my nipples, pulling, tweaking, flicking. It hurt like hell. Then on my sex, flicking my clit, pinching, pulling. Finally he looked at me like the devil and drove his cock deep inside my rectum. I reached up and dug my nails into his chest and, as his orgasm hit and mine crashed, I dragged my nails across his chest and over his nipple drawing blood.

We both screamed in pain, agony and pleasure.

As our orgasms receded he withdrew and I felt the pain of my rectum, sore, it felt raw. My anus felt stretched and extremely painful. My nipples were sore and bruised and my sex was on fire. I looked at Mike, bleeding scratches across his chest, bite marks that had drawn blood on his shoulder and his lip bleeding from my bite. I looked in his eyes and saw despair.

"Oh my god, Caroline, what have I done to you. Forgive me, please forgive me." He held me tightly but gently at the same time and kissed me. "Oh, I'm so sorry. What have I done. Oh Caroline." He sounded desperate and beaten, as if he'd lost some important battle or something. I pulled away from him.

"It's all right," I said, "have you seen yourself?" He didn't seem to have noticed the scratches on his chest, his torn nipple, and the bites on his shoulders. "I've hurt you as well. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened," and I started to cry gently resting my head on his unbitten shoulder.

"Lets shower," he said gently and helped me into the en-suite. I was finding it difficult to stand my bottom hole was so sore. We laved each other with care and tenderness. I bathed his scratches and bites kissing him tenderly where I had previously hurt him. I was struggling to understand what had happened to me, to us. I'd never behaved like that before, never even imagined behaving like that, certainly never imagined being treated like he treated me but again I had that shiver of excitement as I thought about what we'd done. As he washed me he cooed over my body, calling himself 'stupid', 'bastard', 'idiot', under his breath. He turned me round and touched my anus, I recoiled, it was bloody sore. I was quite frightened at the feeling back there and I wondered if he'd hurt me seriously.

"Oh Caroline," he said, "how can you ever forgive me. Never again, I'll never hurt you again like that, never. Never," he added vehemently, and I believed him.

"I forgive you," I said, "and I'll never hurt you again like that. I don't ever want to feel like that again. How can we stop it?" I asked also despairing. I didn't want our sex to be like this. The trouble was I had enjoyed it while it was happening although it hurt so much now but I really wanted our sex to be like the first Sunday, kind, tender, fun.

He put some of my anaesthetic gel on my bottom and it felt a little better but it was still sore so I couldn't walk properly. I put some cream on his scratches and bites, I'd drawn blood on two occasions breaking the skin with my teeth. After washing each other some more we dried off gently towelling each other, trying to find the tenderness of our earlier trysts.

We got dressed and went downstairs where Mike made us both coffee. My bottom was so sore that it was uncomfortable to sit down and he got me a lovely soft cushion to sit on which made it a bit better. I could see from his movements that the scratches and bites were causing him considerable discomfort. I felt a crushing despair rain down on me, could we ever recover the enjoyment of last Sunday, our first time together?

He returned with the coffee and we talked. "What happened Mike?" I said crying softly both from the hurt and from fear, "I've never done anything like that before, never behaved like that, never felt like that. I wanted to be hurt and to hurt you at the same time. I didn't seem real unless you were hurting me. The pain didn't seem to matter, I enjoyed it. Oh, I'm so confused!"

He cuddled me gently, "Sssssssshhhhhhhh," he whispered softly in my ear, "It will be all right."

"But will it. What happened to us?"

"Well," he said, "I'm no expert but I can give you a honest to goodness explanation as I see it. I think that every one of us has a hidden area inside deep down which is basic and primitive. You know, a bit like Freud's id."

I nodded, "Yes, I did psychology at college. I never really saw it like that."

"Well," he continued, "I think that this 'basic instinct' (not the film!)," he laughed lamely, "can surface sometimes when we least expect it. Some people never experience the 'beast' in them, some do all the time. Those poor souls probably end up in prison or worse. What must have happened today was that both our 'beasts' got loose at the same time and fed off each other. I really wanted to hurt you today, you know, cut you, beat you, rape you, break you in half with my penis. I'm afraid I could have really hurt you today, you know, seriously. The feeling was massively difficult to control, thankfully I was able to keep some of it back but what I did to you was terrible. It must never happen again," he ended vehemently.

"How can we stop it?"

"Again, I don't know. I can only tell you what I feel. I think that you have to acknowledge that the beast exists and let him/her out of the cage. Only then can you control it. Let the feelings wash over you and dissipate as you exercise control of your emotions. I think that denying the beast just enables it to sneak up on you when you least expect it and, particularly, at times of intense emotional involvement like the sort of sex we have had."

"It'll be difficult but I never what to feel like that again. I don't think I'd have been bothered if you did any of those things you just said. I'd have laughed and tried to hurt you back."

We chatted on for a while but we were both somewhat subdued by what had happened and I said that I should go home and let Jo have a look at me. He was mortified, "She'll think I'm some kind of animal," he said. "Do you have to tell her?" he asked, then, "off course you do, how selfish of me. You must let her do what she can. If you need a doctor phone me and I'll arrange for you to be seen straight away. Oh, Caroline, I'm so sorry." and he hugged me gently.

He took me home and as I was getting out of the car he said, "Can I still see you Tuesday?" I felt for him. I think that he thought it might be all over.

"Off course you can," I said, "I can't wait."

I hobbled up the path (without wiggling my bottom for him, it hurt too much), turned and blew him a kiss. He drove away. I hoped he would be all right.

By all means vote and comment. I'm not that fond of this episode but it is important for character and plot development later. Chapter 7 follows shortly.

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