I cry out as she pumps her fist in and out, deeper with each thrust until I can feel it against my cervix. She pauses, to trace a line on my belly, that tingles even as she is torturing me.<i>Why me? </i>Is the question I most desperately want an answer to. She approached me in that bar, as far as I can remember, chatted me up and asked me to buy her a drink. I should have refused, should have walked away... Hah, hindsight is always 20-20! I was bored, looking for something a little different...<i>Well I certainly found that!</i><br/><br/>She's lucky my bladder is already empty. Even so a small trickle squeezes out from the rough treatment. It's not actually painful as such, now her arm is inside me, but it is extremely uncomfortable, like being constipated in the wrong hole... And there is this totally alien part of me that, when she stops, wants it to continue?<br/><br/>Then there;s a weight on my belly again, cloth covered, but it seems wet this time, maybe she's been sitting in the puddle between my legs? Do I really want an answer to that? Her hands slide up my ribs and one is wet and slimy while the other is smooth and dry. "Hnnnk?" but I've given up trying to make intelligible noises. "AAAhhhh! HGAHH!" the best I can manage as my boobs are brutally squeezed, the welts from their earlier punishment springing back to life instantly under her cruel fingers as she tells me she she has been wanting to do this since we met in the bar. I still can't remember her face. Dark glasses, long blonde hair and a vivid coloured lipstick atop black leather is all I can recall.<br/><br/>This is about ther most brutal thing she's done so far, roughly shaking and pummelling my ample breasts, slapping them hard, making me squeal in pain, punctuating a constant background whimpering that is coming from my throat in between ragged gasps of air. And then pain becomes pleasure as her tongue attacks one nipple while the slime-covered hand that I can still feel the echo of inside me pinched and twists the other nipple.<br/><br/>"Uuuuukuuuuug..." I moan softly. That is just too ... enjoyable, even with the hand squashing the base of my boob. In fact the pain and humiliation and fear are all joining forces behind my libido and I am suddenly turned on far too much.<i>No! No no no no... I am not enjoying this! </i>I try to convince myself. But no matter what I say inside my head, my nipples and clit have hardened and my pussy is as wet as it's ever been.<i>What next?</i>I can't help wondering. Will she have her fun and let me go? I can only hope.