5. Penelope
5
PENELOPE
Head still spinning, my heart nearly explodes out of my chest when I feel my captor enter me.
My yelp is muffled by my gag, and I feel my inner walls stretching, expanding to manage his incredible girth. I feel every one of his tense, veiny inches slide into me. Then I feel a stopping pressure, followed by a sting and a release.
My hymen! I’m no longer a virgin.
“That was your cherry, Penelope,” the man growls as he continues to push deeper. “You belong to me now.”
I stare up at him as he takes me. The majority of his face is hidden behind the black mask, but I can see his mouth as he licks his lips, relishing in the ravishing of my once-pure body.
“Christ, you feel amazing,” he grunts, beginning to thrust harder.
I’m instantly hit by a heavy dose of guilt as I realize that his words have inflamed me and the fact that what he’s doing to me feels amazing too.
His words stimulate me more as he showers me with praise, telling me how much my body turns him on. He compliments my breasts, my ass, my legs, the beauty of my face.
And the more he talks…the more aroused I become…
Am I sick?
Truthfully, I was already getting worked up when he was chasing me. Even when I first saw him standing behind me–so tall, so muscular, so utterly terrifying–I also felt a thrilling spark within me.
And then when he threw me over his shoulder and carried me up the slope like it was nothing, titillating thoughts began to spread through my mind.
And I was already wet for him…
What is wrong with me?
I try to calm myself as he increases the speed and power of his thrusts, but there’s nothing I can do. My heart rate continues to increase, and already, I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.
“That pussy’s getting tighter on my cock,” he whispers. “You love it, Penelope. Don’t fight it. Come for me.”
That does it.
I soar over the edge.
A massive climax crushes me with more power than anything I’ve ever given myself while lying alone in bed. My entire body quivers and shakes right down to my core, as feelings of unbelievable bliss sweep through me like cascading ocean waves.
I moan into my gag, feeling my bindings biting into the skin of my wrists and ankles, and buck wildly as I’m hit with the most intense, incredible sexual moment of my life.
“That’s it. Good girl, Penelope. You love it, don’t you?”
Yes!
That’s what I want to scream at him as I start to come down. But I also want to deny my own degeneracy, so I shake my head vehemently, which only causes him to smile.
“Don’t lie. I know you do.”
This isn’t right. I should not be enjoying this.
But I can’t fool myself.
Being taken and ravaged by this man who has kidnapped me is phenomenal. It’s thrilling beyond belief. There’s something so animalistic about it–like I’m a female in heat, viciously pursued by a male who wants to take me, breed me, and make me his mate.
Being lusted over with this total brutality is mind-numbingly hot.
The next thing I know, I’m hit by a feeling of emptiness and loss as the masked man slides his enormous manhood out of me. He grasps my hips and easily turns me over so I’m lying on my stomach.
That feeling of loss is instantly remedied as he drives his cock back inside me. And this time, from this angle, it’s like he’s going to spear straight through my stomach.
Oh, Lord have mercy. I’m already starting to get there again…
He hoists my hips up so my ass is in the air, then spanks my right cheek hard enough that I flinch involuntarily. The pure shock and unexpected jolt of pain somehow acts like an accelerant, enhancing the feelings of indescribable pleasure that have already captured me like a fly in a spider’s web. And although I just came, I feel another orgasm rushing up on me like a train ready to go off the tracks.
“Your pussy loves me. Your lips grab my cock as I’m fucking you,” the man grunts.
Oh my God! Women would pay this man vast sums of money to talk dirty to them. He could make a fortune. “That’s a fresh virgin hole right there.”
I’m still shaking from my last orgasm, and yet his continuing praise continues to spur me on.
Barely able to believe it myself, I go off again.
My next orgasm rocks me even harder than the first, causing my knees to collapse out from under me. I fall face first into the pillow, but my captor crushes down on top of me, keeping his cock buried deep inside my dripping hole.
Is that his tip grinding against my cervix?
“I love feeling that cunt coming on my cock,” he growls.
My abs go tight, forcing out groan after groan as I come all over his engorged shaft. He ceases his pounding and grinds as deep as he can go, rutting inside me as my wet folds contracts on him.
“Yes, that’s a good girl,” he whispers with approval. “You really are a little freak, Penelope. You’re lucky you met me.”
I can’t even process his words as my orgasm sweeps all rational thought from my mind like a massive twister chewing through farmland.
I clench my fists until I can’t stand it any longer, then let out a long, exultant breath as I start to regain my senses.
This isn’t right.
I should not be loving this.
This man stalked me, chased me, kidnapped me, and now he has taken my virginity, and yet I’m ferociously turned on by him and just came twice on his cock.
An aftershock of my orgasm hits me and causes my body to twitch. My kidnapper lets out a groan of satisfaction and rolls me onto my side.
“Look at those curves. Someone should sculpt you out of marble, gorgeous. That’s how beautiful you are.”
Stop talking to me like that , I want to scream at him.
Or do I?
Maybe that’s just my guilt talking. Maybe I just need to accept that this is what I want—that this is the kind of girl I am.
And if so, what’s wrong with that?
Should I be ashamed of what turns me on?
The masked man continues to thrust inside me with long, deliberate strokes, then grabs one of my cheeks and spreads me open, giving himself a better view of all the action. He groans long and hard when he sees everything.
“Christ, even your asshole is cute,” he tells me, causing my face to kindle with a fiery blush. “I could fuck it too, you know?”
My body goes tense, and I look back at him, my messy hair obscuring the view. But I am able to see him smile down at me with those perfect white teeth and sharp canines.
“But I won’t. One thing at a time, Pen. Besides, I have something very special to give you, and I think you know just what that is.”
The tingling sensation that began between my legs spreads now, encompassing my whole body. It’s like I’m drifting through a warm glitter-filled pool filled with bubbles.
He reaches up and squeezes my breast just hard enough to hurt a little.
For some reason, this amplifies every sensation and sets my nerves alight. I groan, feeling drool spilling out the sides of my mouth and down onto the bed.
If I were at home, I’d have passed out by now. Two orgasms right in a row? Yeah, that calls for some sleep.
But here in the grasp of this man, I have zero control. And as he continues to pound me, I feel the sensation building again between my legs.
Another? Impossible!
He’s so big. It hurts how much he’s stretching me to accommodate his size, but any discomfort I feel is either washed away by pleasure or amplifies the bliss encapsulating me. It’s a perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
“I’d love to fuck you all day, Penelope,” he growls. “But I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to come in you.”
Panic grips my chest, but I have no time to react.
His cock flexes, and a jet of hot, sticky fluid sprays inside me. My panic instinct is instantly overwhelmed by my third orgasm, which hits me like a ten-ton brick to the head.
Even if I wasn’t gagged, I wouldn’t be able to make any real discernable sounds. All this man would hear would be unintelligible moans as I slobbered all over myself while my body convulsed on its own.
He unloads inside me–more and more and more until I feel his cum dripping out of me and down my thighs and ass and onto the comforter.
I should be absolutely horrified and disgusted by this. A stranger is coming inside me and I’m coming with him!
Yet all this is doing is turning me on more.
“Fuck!” he grunts, pressing the entirety of his body’s weight down on top of me and burying his cock deeper than I would ever have thought possible. He’s so engorged, so thick and so swollen that it feels like a fist and forearm threatening to burst me open.
He lies on top of me for a moment, filling my nose with his scent, the warmth from his body threatening to overheat me. The sweat falling onto me from his body should gross me out, but it doesn’t. In fact, I love it. It’s primal. It’s feral.
It’s like a signal to me that this man truly could not restrain himself from taking me. Like a wild animal, he saw me, chased me down, and took me. And without hesitation, as if driven by pure instinct, not rational thought, he bred me.
My God, what if I end up pregnant?
I groan as he slides out of me and look up as he stands, kicking off his jeans and moving across the room completely naked.
His tall, muscled, bare body glistens with sweat, and his enormous chest rises and falls with every deep breath he takes.
“I’ll get you some water.” He turns and walks out of the room, giving me a glimpse of his muscular back, his toned buttocks and legs.
My God, talk about Adonis body shape.
He returns moments later sipping from a glass, which he sets on the nightstand beside me.
“Guess you’ll need to be untied to drink that.” He smiles, quickly unfastening the bindings around my wrist. He even unties my ankles.
The freedom feels unexpected–almost unwanted.
I was just completely and utterly under his control. What do I do now?
He undoes my gag and removes it from my mouth, allowing me to take my first deep breath since he captured me at the waterfall overlook. I did essentially nothing during that thrilling session, and yet I’m panting like I’ve just run a marathon.
“Here,” he says, handing me the water.
“T-thank you,” I manage to whisper as I take it from him.
The water tastes cool and crisp–probably spring water, if I were to guess. I gulp down half of it then set the glass aside.
The shift in his demeanor is dramatic. Moments ago, he was a wild force, ravishing me with nothing but his lust to drive him. Now he’s behaving like a perfect gentleman.
And yet he still has his mask on…
My pussy is pulsing almost painfully between my legs. My nipples are so hard and swollen, and I can still feel the sting on my ass from where he spanked me with his lustful approval.
My eyes wander around the sparsely decorated room, until I see it: his knife lying on the floor by his pants.
It’s like a splash of cold water to the face.
What am I thinking? I can’t just stay here with him like this!
Who knows who this man is? I’ve got to get out of here! There’s no way he would just let me go after bringing me to this place. If I were to report him, surely this would be enough to give the cops a lead on finding out who he is.
“My God, Penelope,” he says, moving to take a seat on the bed beside me. “You are just too sexy–”
His abs feel like iron against my heel as I kick out with every ounce of strength I have left, landing my heel directly against his stomach. I hear him gasp as I leap to my feet.
Then I’m out the door and running completely naked through the woods, with absolutely no idea of how to get back to my car.
I’m in big fucking trouble.