Finally Bound to be His...or how the Internet Got Me There

I finally opened my eyes when Dak returned. I still couldn't look at his face, but I saw him well enough to see that he was wearing gym shorts & t-shirt. I took that as a hopeful sign. Maybe this was over.

Dak reached down and untied me. Still gagged, I sat up slowly, trying to rub the circulation back into my arms and legs. He sat across from me on the sofa watching me quietly. I was naked still and was about to remove the gag when he got up and stepped over to me me.

“Nnnnppphhh?” I moaned as Dak pulled my arms behind me and bound my wrists again.

"Let's get you to the bathroom and clean you up."

I did look up then. I had to see if Dak looked as different as he sounded. Reaching down he helped me to wobbly feet and led me down the hallway and into the bathroom. I was still eyeing him warily as the door was shut and locked it behind us.

Once there, I sank to the floor with my back against the wall and just sat there a while, pulling my knees to my chest. I didn't cry. This was the time I needed to pull myself together. I had no idea what time it was. The ordeal had seemed to last for hours and hours. Surely it was late. I was frantic with worry about getting home, I thought with real pain. I then looked up and saw a small digital clock on the shelf. 7:22 it said. NO WAY!! I looked away from the clock as Dak turned the shower on. Helping me back up he assisted me in as my hand were still tied behind me. I stood under the hot cascading water as Dak gently washed me down scrubbing me as best he could. I closed my eyes and opened them again. I hadn't realized how it would feel to be used. The spray ended as he then dried me off and wrapped the towel around my lower body when he was done

I looked at myself in your bathroom mirror. I was deflated and beaten.

"We need to talk," Dak said as he unlocked and opened the bathroom door. "Actually, I need to tell you something."

"mmmhhhrrfff?" Despite being gagged and my hands tied at the small of my back something in the way Dak spoke soothed me a little...just a little. I just wanted to get home and was still a little concerned to refuse. I became worried when he turned me down the hall leading me to a bedroom.

Slowly we approached the bed and we both sat on the edge, I was as far away from him as was possible. Dak looked confused but shrugged and then turned towards me.

"Okay," Dake began, "I just wanted to tell you...well alot I'd like to say but nothing you really want to hear."

Confused, I looked over at him. "Uuurrfffhhh?" I forgot I was still gagged.

"But I will tell you this...don't go to anyone or tell anyone about all of this." I was startled and squirmed a bit on the bed and felt the towel come slightly loose around my waist. "I have kept everything you ever sent me. Emails, pictures, stories...even the few calls & text messages."

I never doubted that he'd kept everything I sent him. In fact, it could no doubt be easily retrieved if needed. The most frustrating thing about all of this was that no matter how I'd been treated, no matter how scared I was I only had myself to blame and I knew it. That is exactly how raw and ugly this story had been.

"NNNRRRPPFFF. GRFPPPHHHH!!"

Dak moved closer. "I know you wanted me to stop...you tried hard. But I really wanted to rape you. That is why I didn't wear a rubber!"

"NNNRRRRR!!! UUUUGGGHHHH!!!" I had heard enough and now only wanted to be untied, get dressed and walk away. I squirmed some more and then got to my feet, the towel falling away.

"You were very nice!" Dak said and without warning he pulled me towards him. He rose and then started to kiss my face. I tried to pull away but it was no good. Gently, he turned me around and pushed me back onto his bed.

"NNNNRRRRR!!! NRRRRRR!!" I wailed into my gag as Dak held me down while kissing me all over...my neck, thighs breasts, nipples...even my gagged lips. Twisting beneath him was useless but they had turned him on again. I didn't have a chance as I felt Dak's hardness through his shorts.

He flipped me over on my stomach and held me down with one hand while he pulled his shorts down with the other.

"I promise that this time will be better."

Dak forced himself between my tightly clenched legs and lunged forward. I wailed long and hard into my gag but he kept going. I couldn't believe it. I thought that maybe this was all over but there I was, helplessly pinned under him on the bed while he raped me again.

At least this time, though it hurt, it wasn't as brutal as before. Soon I was moaning in both pleasure and pain. My rectum a welcome receptacle for Dak's lancing spear!

Hours later when I finally left Dak's apartment and arrived home I got a text from Dak -

Are you free this weekend?

My fingers trembled as I typed out my reply -

YES. Until you tie me up again 😊