Raped in a Biker Bar (Need male please)

[the savage]

You nod, a complete look of defeat in your eyes. Willing to do anything to survive. I lean down over your chest and close my mouth over your nipple. Instead of sucking, I bite down, hard. Surely leaving an impression of my teeth on the tender skin. Your gasp of pain sends me over the edge, and I again explode inside you. Still thrusting until my member grows soft and slides out of your abused pussy.
"You like being my fucktoy don't you?" Holding the knife at your throat to get the response I want.

[Little Sweet One]

I cry out when you bite me, breathing hard when you pull out of me. I gasp softly when you ask your question, holding the knife to my neck. "Yes, yes, I like being your fucktoy!" I cry out, my eyes begging you not to kill me. Begging you to let me live on to try not to get raped another day.

[the savage]

I look at your eyes, seeing the desperation there. Knowing that you would do anything to avoid dying in this alley. Pressing the knife harder against your throat, watching a small trickle of blood slide past it's edge. "You're going to suck me off, and if I even feel teeth, I'll give you a new smile."

[Little Sweet One]

"Ok, ok!" I choke. I am pretty sure this will go okay, since I have been doing that for years, to men, to toys, to my hand. I am able to do it very well. I have no intention of biting you, you have won. You are bigger, stronger, faster, smarter, and much more dangerous. You have raped me three times tonight, torn my body to hell, and given me scars I will never forget. I just want to get out of this alive. I don't care about the original fifty. Keep it. Just let me live.

[the savage]

My cock rubs against your lips, spreading our combined fluids across them. I get excited by seeing it dribble down your lips and chin. Slowly I force it between them, groaning as I do so. "Just this one more thing for me, and then you are finished." I choose that word to let you wonder if it means that I will let you go or kill you.

[Little Sweet One]

"Oh God..."I murmur, letting your cock slide into my mouth. Your words terrify me, so I start sucking on you, careful not to let my teeth touch it. I keep my lips tight around you as my tongue forms against your flesh and I begin sucking you off. The blood and fluids drip from my mouth, but I just continue as I should.

[the savage]

I groan loudly as you minister to me. Your tongue scraping over me, your lips forming a tight seal around me. My fingers run through your hair as you do. My eyes slide halfway closed in pleasure. "Suck it like the whore you are."

[Little Sweet One]

I cannot cringe at what you say. I can only continue to suck you as you humiliate me. I do the best I can, always paying attention to my teeth. I cannot move more than up and down on it, since you have my hair. I hope I do a good job.

[the savage]

Gripping your hair, with your lips and tongue still caressing me, I start to bob your head back and forth. The motion causes the tip of me to invade your throat. The gag this causes makes vibrations that tickle and tease me. "Don't you dare stop."

[Little Sweet One]

I feel like I am gagging, but I don't dare stop. My life is on the line. I suck you harder, still watching the teeth, forever watching the teeth. I have never had anyone say that they felt them, but I am still careful.

[the savage]

My captive is doing everything in her power to please me. Completely dominated and afraid of what would happen to her if I decided that I didn't like what was happening. It is amazing. I keep sliding her head back and forth, while starting to moving my hips forward.

[Little Sweet One]

Dammit, I think as you start to move your hips. I pray that I never see you again after this ordeal. I keep control of myself. No teeth. I suck you harder, faster, deeper into my throat.

[the savage]

The intesity of feeling from this attack quickly sends me over the edge. Warm globs of my shoot down your throat. I hold your face steady and pinch your nose. forcing you to swallow every last drop. It has been a violent collision between the two off us, and I don't know if I have the energy to keep it up. I push on your shoulders, sending you tumbling to the pavement.

[Little Sweet One]

"Aaahhh!" I cry softly as I am shoved back. I taste blood more than semen, a small mercy. I hurt in so many places that I don't know which is worst. I lay quietly as you shoved me, praying hard that you will not kill me.

[the savage]

I look at her, staring into her eyes, wondering what to do now. Probably, I have pushed my luck just by continuing the assault this long. Maybe somebody called the cops. Maybe she will. "Beg me for your life."

[Little Sweet One]

Rape victims are usually accused of having asked for the attack. I won't tell the police, I wouldn't under any circumstances. The police would be here by now if anyone had called them.
"Sir, please, I beg of you, let me live. Don't kill me, I beg you, if anyone asks, I will tell them I got into a fight and lost. It's true, isn't it? I won't tell anyone I swear it on my life I beg you please!" I spit out blood, looking really scared. I will do anything to live. I am on my hands and knees, staring up at you, my eyes begging you as much as I am.

[the savage]

The only thing keeping me here is the fact that she is just too good of a fuck to give up. I know her words to be true, but I don't want to leave her. My booted foot snaps out, connecting with her chin. As she collapses to the ground, I cut strips from her clothes, using them to tie her hands and gag her. Dragging her over to my bike, I throw her on the seat and with more strips of clothing, bind her over the seat.

"you're not going to tel anyone, because nobody is ever going to see you again. I'm taking you home to be my sex slave until you bore me.:

[Little Sweet One]

I fall back with a soft cry, I don't think I know how to hurt anymore. My clothes get cut and I make soft sounds as I am bound up. I don't need to be gagged, but I don't protest. When you take me to your bike and bind me, I am again a ragdoll. But when you say no one will ever see me again, I can't help but get a blank, far away stare. I hear everything you say, but I can only hope and pray that you will let me live when you get tired of me. I doubt I will wear clothes anymore, but I hope I get food, water, and sleep if I am a good girl.

[the savage]

She doesn't struggle, which probably would have caused me to crash, nor does she cry out. And I get lucky, no cops on the way. I pull up to my house, a beaten down place on the bad side of town. Exactly the sort of place were everybody keeps to themselves. It is short work to untie her and lug her inside. I pull out her gag and look at her. "Beg for my cock."

[Little Sweet One]

I look at you in horror when you tell me to beg for something I never want to see again. You do not like a puppet, so I shake my head.
"No. I won't." I say. "I want to get cleaned up first." I won't be overly defiant, but I must be such a mess. I want to clean up.