Dark Encounters

She gently stroked his face, looking at him with wide, serious eyes. Then slowly, Ella tipped the candle. A hot pearl of candle wax spattered onto the smooth, bare skin of his chest. She smiled with satisfaction as Chris hissed in pain. He sucked in a breath and bit his lip, as she dripped a small line of wax across his belly. As if in a trance, Ella began to slowly dribble the hot liquid wax all over his torso in white lines and patterns. Chris bit back a cry of pain, and his back arched, the muscles in his arms straining against the ropes.

Ella laughed lightly and licked her lips. She righted the candle in her hand. "You see? That very fine line. Can you feel the pleasure, too?"

She stood up. "That's enough for a first lesson." She placed the candle back on the dresser and started to leave the room. "Raul will untie you when he brings your food." She paused in the doorway and turned to look at him. "We have all the time in the world now. And I have so much to show you."

Chris closed his eyes, drawing in slow, deep breaths against the searing needles of pain. The woman was truly insane. And he knew that, if he didn't find a way to escape, she would eventually kill him.

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Chris had tried to sleep, tied as he was. But he was jerked awake when someone began removing his pants. It was Raul. Chris kicked out at him desperately.

"Calm down," Ella whispered in his ear. She held the end of a gun to his temple. "Raul's not going to do anything to you."

Chris stopped fighting. With his hands tied and a gun at his head, there wasn't much he could do anyway. Raul finished pulling off his pants and drawers, and pushed them down the chain. Chris was now completely naked, with both wrists roped at a single point to the head of the bed.

"Raul," said Ella, nodding toward the door. She watched him close the door behind him, then turned to Chris. "You're going to like this. I know I am. I've waited a long time."

Ella took off her robe and draped it over the chair. Then, slowly, she continued to undress for him, one item at a time. When she was as naked as he was, she sat beside him on the bed and traced a hand down his chest, brushing aside some of the hardened wax. Chris hissed softly as her fingers brushed the tender skin.

"Don't touch me," he said, through clenched teeth.

"I think you should be more cooperative. You wouldn't want me to call Raul in here. He's kind of funny. He might want you for himself." She traced one hand over his bare skin. Her fingertips moved slowly down the length of his torso, past his hips. They raked softly through the stiff curls before brushing against his sex.

She grasped the thick column of flesh firmly in her hand and began to stroke him. Chris tried to ignore her but his penis seemed to come alive in her hand, thickening, lengthening, hardening. He couldn't help noticing the silky feel of her fingers. Ella always knew just what it took to get his blood flowing, and she was doing that now. And worse, his body was responding to her, just like old times. Chris's back arched. He closed his eyes and tried to tell himself this wasn't really happening.

Ella released his shaft and took his scrotum carefully in her hand. He felt her gently roll between her fingers each of the egg shapes as they swelled in the firm, warm pouch.

"Gently," he pleaded in a husky whisper even as the wrinkled skin began to tighten against his body. He hated her and yet he couldn't bring himself to stop her. In spite of her, he couldn't hold back a very soft moan.

For a moment, she paused. "I brought something for you," she said, opening her other hand. In her palm was a long strip of leather. She bent over him and tied it tightly around the root of his shaft. "I want this moment to last until I'm done with you," she explained.

In the back of his mind, Chris knew what she planned to do to him. She planned to rape him. Chris strained against the ropes once more, but they held securely.

Slowly, she began to mount him. A muscle in his jaw clenched and he felt her hand guiding him to the warm, fleshy lips of her labia. She licked her lips hungrily and lowered herself slowly onto him. He felt the head of his penis enter her.

"Get off," he said tightly.

Ella paused, smiling broadly, obviously enjoying his uncontrolled response to her attentions. Finally she took his length all the way into her and began rocking her hips in a fast, steady rhythm.

His erection throbbed, rock-hard in its leather binding. He heard his pulse echoing in his ears as he struggled to control his ragged breathing. His mind screamed for her to stop, urging him to resist, but at the same time he could feel his balls lifting, tightening in their sac, signaling an impending conclusion he couldn't prevent. Deep down, he wanted to come, wanted to come very much, but not here. Not like this. Not with her.

"NOOO!"

The feelings he had once had for her were gone, replaced by anger and hate for what she'd done to his family and to him. But he felt helpless to stop her. He fought for control, but his body had betrayed him. It was responding to her every move, and he hated himself for that. He tried to think, tried to get his mind off what she was doing to him. But he couldn't. God, the heat of her. The velvety-soft, hot wetness surrounding his sex was more than he could stand.

Ella said nothing. She leaned over, gently kissing his neck. Then she sat up again, his hardness still inside her. She began slowly thrusting her hips again. Gradually she increased the pace. His penis and balls felt as if they might explode. He was going to climax inside this woman that he loathed and there was nothing he could do to stop himself.

"Ella, stop," he gasped, even as he wanted her to bring him to completion. But his pleading only fueled her desire and she heightened the rhythm of her thrusts. She kept up the even tempo until finally her head fell back and she cried out in orgasm.

At almost the same time, his own orgasm began. His brain seized as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. To his shame and disgust, he came in thick, copious spurts of creamy white semen. But he couldn't let her claim a full victory. He opened his mouth and cried out as loudly as he could.

"SA-RAAAAAH!"

Ella stopped. She pushed her hair back from her face, revealing the dark, murderous look in her eyes. She reached behind her and slowly, viciously squeezed and twisted his balls. Chris let out a scream of prolonged agony. Instinctively, he tried to draw his legs up.

At last Ella moved to get off of him and he groaned as the now too-sensitive tip of him grazed her insides. His wet, hard penis slid out of her and bounced against his belly.

He was still breathing heavily from the pain, but he welcomed it. He felt violated, angry at himself and at her. And he felt as if he'd betrayed Sarah by not being able to stop this from happening.

Now Ella had retrieved something from the pocket of her robe on the chair. In her hand was a small pair of sewing scissors. She approached him slowly. Chris didn't move as she bent over him again and cut the strip of leather from around his penis. His entire body went limp almost immediately.

Ella looked at him without emotion as she pulled on her clothes. "I understand, you know. You haven't quite forgotten her yet. But I'll make you forget her. We're going to have a lot of good times together." She reached down and gently brushed his hair from his eyes. "So try, all right? Then it'll be better for both of us."

She straightened and stood in the doorway. "I'm very good at understanding. But not for long." And then she was gone.

But the night was far from over.

Chris thought he heard the door opening again. His wrists were tied in such a way to allow him to turn over. He awkwardly rolled onto his stomach, just in case Ella planned to molest him again.

The mattress shifted and Chris's legs were forced apart by big, rough hands. Raul! He must have been waiting for Ella to leave. Chris was horrified as he realized that Raul also planned to rape him. He panicked.

"Get off me, you son-of-a-bitch! So help me, I'll kill you!"

His body bucked furiously. He pulled at the ropes, rubbing his wrists raw and straining his arms till the muscles stood out like taut cords. Raul cuffed him sharply against the side of his head and stars exploded in Chris's skull. He felt hands spreading his buttocks. Good God, NO! This was far worse than anything he could have imagined.

The blunt tip of Raul's shaft slipped between his buttocks and pressed against the tiny, puckered anus. Chris groaned in agony as the cap of Raul's penis forced itself past the tight ring of muscle. The pain was excruciating. Even as his sphincter was stretched to accommodate Raul's forced entry, the place between his buttocks felt like it was on fire. His sphincter contracted instinctively against Raul. Chris was struck in the in the head again as Raul's way of telling him to relax.

He started to scream in pain and outrage, hoping Ella might hear. As much as he hated her, he knew she would stop this.

Raul pressed Chris's head down, forcing his face into the pillow to muffle his cries. Raul thrust himself deeper, until Chris could feel the servant's body pressed against his back and buttocks.

He struggled to breathe, even as the pain spread through his entire body. Tiny sparkles of light danced in front of his eyes as darkness began to close in around him. Chris couldn't have imagined a more humiliating and degrading way to die.

Once in, Raul began thrusting in hard, steady strokes. He groped underneath Chris, pulling roughly on Chris's limp penis, squeezing it, trying to elicit some kind of response. Eventually he gave up to concentrate on his own thrusting.

Chris felt stuffed and his eyes watered from the searing pain. He squeezed them shut, trying to blot out the reality of what was being done to him and that he was defenseless to stop this animal. He was getting lightheaded and blacking out when Raul released his head. He drew great gulps of air into his aching lungs. His vision started to clear when suddenly he felt Raul's body shudder against him and then go rigid. He knew Raul was coming inside him, pumping his semen deep into Chris's bowels. Chris felt as if he wanted to die right then.

Raul stayed inside him for awhile, then slowly withdrew. As the assault against his body ended, Chris lay there, his whole body aching. He kept his eyes closed until he heard Raul leaving, then he turned to look at him, a cold glint in his green eyes.

"If I ever get loose," he said in a soft, deadly voice, "I'm comin' back...to kill you."

Raul just looked at him, then closed the door.

The pain Chris felt was nothing compared to the anger, shame, humiliation, and outrage. He'd been raped twice in one night and was helpless to stop them. How could he let them use him like this? Now he wasn't so sure he wanted his friends to rescue him. No one could ever know what had been done to him.

Chris struggled to turn over. He lay on his back as cold, slimy fluid leaked out of him, oozing onto the sheets.

Even leaving here dead was preferable to enduring endless nights of this. But getting out alive was still his first priority, if only to get his own brand of justice against his attackers.

The End