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When he was satisfied with the session he untied Tara and me and let the girl, Nicki, get dressed. "I think I'll kill her," he said in a musing voice while she tried to hook her bra behind her with trembling hands. "No, you won't." I challenged him, shaking my head, "Absolutely not." He looked angry for a split second before his expression lightened and for a moment he gave me an insincere half grin. "Just kidding, obviously" he said. I felt a chill. I didn't think he'd been kidding at all. We drove the girl back to town and dropped her near the address on her driver's license. This one would make the papers, I was positive, because the crotch area in her white Capri pants was stained with blood when we kicked her out of the van. "You better make up something good for the hospital people," Robert threatened as he shoved her out of the van, "or I'll be back to ass fuck you with the blade." I didn't feel sorry for her until later. At the moment I had my own cravings to worry about. More than anything, at that moment, I wanted to feel the intense sting of Robert's leather belt followed by his hard cock entering my sopping wet hole. He'd cheated me last time and this time I wanted my due. My relationship with Robert had started after I split with the most recent in a long string of short love affairs. I was dating these so-called great guys. They were nice to me, sensitive, caring, supportive and the rest. I couldn't understand why I wasn't satisfied. After all, my friends had date after date with guys they described as jerks because they lacked those very qualities. But I would get restless and bored in the relationship always finding fault. When I would stop even pretending I enjoyed the sex the relationship invariably slid into the toilet. Robert was different. At first we dated and screwed on occasion and it was fine, but no bells and lights went off. A few weeks into our relationship, though, he suggested some light bondage. He tied me to the corners of the bed, ate my pussy and fucked me silly. I loved it. I loved giving him control of my body, loved his confidence and dominance. I loved his hard cock drilling me when I could only lie there and take it. The pain came later. At first, he would tie me down and twist my nipples while he fucked me. I liked the sensation. The jolts of pain paired with his ramming cock lifted me to a higher plateau as long as he didn't over do it. He started varying the routine and I loved that too. He would tie my hands and do me doggy style while he slapped my ass cheeks. I can't begin to tell you how many screaming orgasms he jerked out of my body and soul by pounding into my wet cave from behind while he blistered my rump. I willingly became his little whore. He would make me beg to be spanked. He made me humiliate myself to get him to use me. I would have to kneel and push my ass in the air and take down my panties then wiggle my ass and beg him for a spanking. The mix of conflicting emotions, degradation and excitement, humiliation and pain made me so fucking horny. I would get so wet. He would smear the juices around my inner thighs and call me a slut and a whore. Then he would fuck me and hurt me until I was screaming in orgasmic bliss. I figured I was twisted and sick until one of my girlfriends told me that after two years with her boyfriend she'd finally experienced the thrill of her first orgasm. After hearing that I didn't care how messed up I was. Robert never let me live with him, though. We kept our own places and I allowed myself to believe he didn't have any other women in his life. The truth was that he had many. He had women he dated and I think he probably was responsible for several rapes even while he and I were dating. I had no one else, of course. How would I find another who understood my fucked up character so well? I held myself ready for his calls.

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