Does Stubborn necessarily equal Stupid? Refusing to cooperate with my tormentor's simple request was a very minor victory. And it turned out to be somewhat pyrrhic too. The sting of what feel like insect bites across my boobs makes me hiss in pain. Tolerable, but unpleasant. I assume it's some sort of whip that she's hitting me with, although exactly what I can't even speculate.<br/><br/>And now she gives the instruction about fists again, only this time the options are both ones that I would never agree to, given the choice. Being a slut or being her whore? I mean what exactly is the difference? As she speaks so the whip, or whatever it is, is laid slowly, almost gently down my chest and belly. It tickles up near my breasts, but then the weight of the handle lands on top of my bladder which is slowly filling again from the water in my stomach. Her voice is from directly between my legs and I wonder if I can pee on her for some small measure of revenge, but so far there's not even enough for a trickle. It just feels really uncomfortable. And anyway, she must be sitting, squatting, or kneeling at least partly in the puddle so it probably wouldn't bother her!<br/><br/>And then she's touching me. No blushing virgin, I, but I usually prefer to at least have a choice about sex. And as much as I hate what she is doing and want to tell her to stop, my body reacts to the caress. In all honesty her fingers are skilled and as they push inside me, the beginnings of arousal tinge my nerves.<i>No! No no no! There is no way I am ever going to get turned on by being raped!</i>I tell myself, and keep telling myself as her fingers caress my insides, finding that one sweet spot seemingly without trying. "Gghhhh!" The sound I let out is one part anger, three parts terror and two parts lust. My own vagina is betraying me to the enemy. Then a third finger and a forth push inside me.<br/><br/>I have a sudden revelation. Her fingers are pulled together making her hand slim, and I realise that she is going to push her entire hand into me.<i>Slut or whore, one fist or two? OH FUCK!</i>"GGAAAAHHHH KHAAAAA! AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH!" I clench my left hand into a fist and make sure my right hand is open, palm up, waving them both frantically from the wrist.  She's already got one hand completely inside me, and it hurts as it goes in, stretching me wider than anything ever has.<i>One fist or two... </i>It's called<i>fisting, </i>when you put your entire hand in up to the elbow and (optionally) make a fist. I mean given the option of no fists inside me that would be my preference, but one is better than two!<br/><br/>I mean, where was she planning on putting the other one? No way would both her wrists fit in that one tight opening (maybe if I was the mother of six kids, but I'm not!) As for the other two potential orifices down there, one is most definitely a virgin and the other I don't even want to think about the possibility, that would be really dangerous, possibly lethal!<br/><br/>So, like I said, a pyrrhic victory at best. Maybe passive resistance is nt such a good plan? Perhaps cooperate, play alongwith her twisted demands, and hope to let her think I'm 'broken'? Then when she lets her guard down, I can turn the tables? It's probably a good thing my mouth is held wide open, because the desire to smile at my new plan is irresistible, but would certainly give away that I was planning something.