Chapter Seven:
Joshua had never been interested in French kissing. He had always been
more interested into just getting down to business. French kissing had only
been a cursory tool to expedite the process. Joshua's plan to assault
Sandra's emotional and intellectual resistance involved the opposite approach.
He was going to be painstakingly patient and deliberate. He wanted her tension
and anxiety to build, until whatever he did would come as both emotional relief
and physical release.
The slowness and deliberation of his physical use of her mouth, had an
unanticipated effect. The sense of utter domination he had over her was
exhilarating. He felt he was raping her mouth. He was fucking her mouth with
his tongue. He was forcing her to taste herself on his thick, soft tongue, as
it pursued its' way freely in her interior. And she was playing with his cock
and his balls, as she submitted to the physical invasion of her mouth. Joshua
deliberately began to moan, to let her know the pleasure he was taking from her
mouth. He wanted to intensify the incredible intimacy of what he was doing.
His penis throbbed, as it really hit him; he was truly violating this helpless,
beautiful your white woman!
Somewhere along the way, Sandra had stopped crying. She felt this man
using her body. He was doing whatever he wanted, with a ruthlessly arrogant
freedom.
His tongue was softly exploring her mouth, missing no area. Joshua's
tongue was soft, and felt like a thick wad of velvet, as it slowly encircled her
own tongue. She felt it slowly drag along the roof of her mouth. It caressed -
yes, that was inescapably the word - it caressed the sides of her mouth, before
dipping under her tongue, and back to circling and massaging her own tongue. No
man had ever kissed her that thoroughly or deeply, or for so long. Sandra had
never experienced such a prolonged or intimate invasion of her mouth. She
shivered as she pictured the scene in her own mind: standing nude, with this
nude young black man, as he violated her mouth, while rubbing her breasts, as
she stroked his large black penis and his testicles.
No man had ever before used her without at least attempting to be
considerate, or without trying to make sure that his actions were acceptable to
her. This man played with her vulva, licked it, probed inside her vagina,
played with her breasts, and even forced her to taste her own vaginal
secretions. He did this forcefully, confidently, and with total indifference to
her wishes. Sandra heard her attacker start to moan. She was shocked to
realize that of all his actions so far, the one that truly seemed like rape was
this inconceivable intimacy of that deep and wet kiss, that exploration of every
area of her mouth, the transference of her own genital juices into her mouth.
As she heard him continue to moan in pleasure as he used his tongue, it hit her
with a physical force: this man was using her body for his own selfish pleasure.
And it was only just beginning.
Joshua removed his hands from her breasts. He placed his right hand on her
pubic mound, and lightly dragged his fingers through her curly, lacy blonde
hairs. He then began rubbing both sides of her labia.
He placed his other hand on her ass. He started rubbing her ass cheeks,
gently squeezing them, then rubbed them again. Joshua then put his hand between
the tight crack separating her cheeks. Sandra quickly grabbed his hand with her
own.
"No, please don't touch me there. I've never been touched there."
Joshua grabbed her by the back of her short blonde hair, and pulled her
head back about six inches. He leaned forward, so his face was only a couple of
inches from hers. He looked directly into her eyes.
"You're beginning to piss me off, Sandra. I don't really give a fuck what
anyone's done, or not done with you before. You know what you are to me?
You're a cunt. You're a mouth. You're a tight puckered asshole I'm going to
use it all, Sandra. The next thing I'm going to do is put my finger in that
hole you shit out of. I'm going to finger fuck your asshole. Later, I'm going
to put this big black motherfucker that hangs between my legs into that tight
hole, too. You might as well get used to something being in there besides your
shit. One of the things I've been looking forward to the most is fucking a
white woman in the ass. And your ass is it. Understand?" With the last words,
he gave a short violent tug on her hair. She screamed. She started to cry
again.
"I said, do you understand?" He still grasped her by her hair.
"Yes," she sobbed, "Please, that hurts!"
Joshua removed his hand. He looked steadily at her.
"Sandra, look at me."
She looked up at him, tears slowly coursing down her cheeks.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes. Just don't hurt me anymore."
He continued to look at her.
"Sandra, I want you to ask me."
She looked puzzled.
"I don't understand...ask you what?"
"I want you to ask me to put my finger in your ass. I want you to ask me
in a really nice way. If I don't think you mean it, I'll hurt you again. The
rest of the time we're together, your job is to please me. Not just let me do
what I want. I want you to do everything you can to please me, Sandra. And
that includes asking me to do those things you know or think that I want to do.
And you now know that I want to feel the inside of your asshole. And if you
don't do everything you can to please me, this will be a very unpleasant night
for you, Sandra."
He smiled at her.
"Sandra, I'm going to enjoy this either way. No matter what you do, I'm
going to do everything I want. And you're going to end up doing everything I
want you to. You anticipate what I want, and offer it to me, or do it to me,
that's cool. If you don't, all that same shit will still happen, but I'll have
to hurt you. Come to think of it, Sandra, that could be a lot of fun, too. At
least for me." He stopped talking, and patiently stared at her.
Sandra gradually stopped crying. She wiped her wrist across her wet nose,
and sniffled. After what seemed an eternity to her, she spoke.
"Please touch me there."
Joshua continued to patiently look at her. A deep flush went from her
throat, all the way up her face.
"Joshua, please...please put your finger in my asshole. Please."
"OK, Sandra, if that's what you really want."
He paused, and waited some more. He was getting very comfortable with
waiting, as he saw the way it kept her off balance, uncertain, insecure,
anxious...
Sandra understood. She knew how the rest of the time with him must go.
She was going to be degraded and humiliated. She would have to ask him to do
things to her she didn't want done. She would have to ask him for permission to
do things to him that would turn her stomach. There was no room for failure or
ineptitude here. She had an intense fear of physical pain and abuse. She was
also terrified that, if he were once to start physically abusing her, hurting
her, it could get catastrophically out of control. She knew she had to please
him. She had to cater to his sadistic rutting cruelty, or suffer the
consequences. She would please him. She would be submissive. She would be
docile. She would be complaisant. She would be subservient. To all intents
and purposes, he was her master, and she was his slave. She would do what she
had to do, in order to survive her ordeal. She would do what she had to. And
she would do it well.
