A
Twist of Fate
It’s funny
how, in an instant, one’s entire programming can be shifted. Given the right circumstances, everything
that you’ve ever believed, everything that you’ve fought, feared, and resisted
can be twisted and morphed into the thing you crave the most. Such was the case with Taja Crawford, who
took a frightening journey that would leave her breathless, satisfied in ways
she didn’t know existed, and craving much more.
It all started innocently enough, when
Taja arrived home late one night from shopping.
She dragged her bags through the front door and dropped them at her feet
as she reached around to hit the light switch.
She’d been out shopping as usual.
It had become her hobby of late in an ongoing effort to make herself
feel valuable and beautiful. As soon as
the door closed behind her, she knew something was wrong. It was pitch black! She remembered pulling into the subdivision
and none of the other houses were dark so she figured that there must be a
blown fuse somewhere. Her husband had
been working around the house for a few days so she thought that he might have
accidentally knocked something out.
“Phillip, are
you here?” She called out to her husband
again and there was no answer. “It just
figures that dumb ass wouldn’t be here to fix the mess he made,” she mumbled
half under her breath and half aloud.
Taja’s anger at her husband was typical, even if he hadn’t done anything
specifically wrong; she was going to find a way to blame him for
something. Philip was a model husband
but Taja’s irrational standards were impossible to meet. She took pleasure in degrading him every
chance she got and knowing full well that he would take it. She thought it was nothing less than an honor
and a privilege for any man to be with her, that men had an obligation to take
anything that she dished out and not say a word. The more she could degrade him, the better
she would feel about herself.
Disoriented by
the darkness Taja fumbled to find her purse to get her cell phone. Just her luck, the battery had died. That just made her angrier and curse Phillip
more, even though he clearly had nothing to do with her phone. Luckily for her, she’d just purchased some
brand new candles so all she had to do was let her eyes adjust for a second and
find the lighter, which was right on top of the fireplace in the living
room.
Before she
even had a chance to get her bearings .
. . the unimaginable happened. It was
every woman’s worst nightmare and it was happening in her own home. She felt the hands, the pressure, the pain,
the fear overcome her body in a split second.
Taja was grabbed and immobilized, her arms pulled around behind her as
she cried out, “Nooooooooo. STOP,” but
her cries were muffled by a black leather gloved hand over her mouth. She was pushed against the front door and she
felt the air being forced out of her lungs.
She fought, struggling with her assailant, trying to resist him but she
was quickly overpowered. Her mind was
racing, she was praying, she was planning a strategy for escape all at the same
time. She was in a panic. Her fear was soon displaced by rage as she
hated this person for invading her home and was filled with the desire to exact
revenge, even in her current helpless state.
She fought with all her might but she was overpowered as her limbs began
to fatigue. She was no match for her
assailant.
In a matter of
seconds, she had calmed down enough to know that she was going to have to use
her wits to get out of this situation.
With his hand still firmly against her mouth, she tried to get some
image of what this person looked like.
Could it be someone that she knew?
Was it a total stranger? Fear
coursed through every vein in her body as she imagined it was one of her cyber
lovers. She’d spent many late nights
cheating online, chatting with men in explicit sexual language in an attempt to
add some spice to her life, to taunt Phillip and prove to him that she could
have any man she wanted. She’d been
careless, sharing exaggerated, intimate details about her life in order to make
herself seem more affluent than she really was.
Maybe one of those men had come to do unspeakable sexual acts on
her. Tears were burning in her eyes and
a lump formed in her throat, making it nearly impossible to swallow. The adrenaline pumping in her body was causing
her to sweat and her legs felt like gelatin.
Her attacker
leaned in close and whispered, “Shhhhhhh,” and Taja nodded very calmly to
indicate that she understood. As soon as
he removed his hand, something was stuffed in her mouth and then a handkerchief
or scarf of some sort was tied in place.
Her first reaction was to try to scream to get a gauge of how much sound
she could make through the material but she held off. She didn’t know if this person had a gun or a
knife and what his intentions were so she played it cool until she could devise
a plan. He placed a silk blindfold over
her eyes and she was struck by his gentle touch. She noticed how he gently lifted her hair to
secure the blindfold and the soft lingering touches he gave to her face. She felt the cold metal of a pair of
handcuffs being put on her wrists. She
needed to know what he wanted to do so she would have to gain his confidence
enough to let her speak so she played the part of a scared victim but she was
actually using her skills as an actress to make him think that she was
incapable of escape.
The strange
attacker led Taja down the hall to the spare bedroom and closed the door and
locked it behind them. Her heart dropped
when she thought about what had happened to her husband. Phillip wasn’t just your average good guy; he
was a great guy. He owned his own
handyman repair business, not glamorous but it paid the bills. He bought Taja her dream house and he didn’t
even complain when he had no say in picking out anything, nothing, not one
single thing for the house. He bent over
backwards to be nice to Taja’s meddling sisters and her mother. Phillip went to church every Sunday even when
Taja felt like she had more important things to do, like shop. He cooked, he cleaned, he even volunteered
with disadvantaged youth, he would never cheat and he worked hard to provide
for his wife. His only flaw, to Taja, was
not being edgy enough. She saw the good
qualities in Phillip but she wanted flash, she wanted a bad boy. Certainly, Phillip would never allow anything
to happen to her, she knew he loved her with all his heart. She pushed the horrendous thought out of her
mind about how her husband and the intruder might have struggled and fought,
Phillip losing only to a bullet or knife wound, fighting to protect his
wife. She didn’t hate Phillip, she
didn’t want anything bad to happen to him, she just wanted him not to take her
shit all the time; she wanted to be the wife of someone dangerous. It really wasn’t his fault that he was
average.
The adrenaline
was pumping in Taja’s veins and she was acutely aware of everything going on
around her. Whatever happened, whatever
was to happen, Taja maintained her senses and waited for her opportunity to
escape.
The spare
bedroom wasn’t even a room that she and Phillip usually used. It was for guests when they came to spend the
night; the only time it was ever really used was when Phillip slept there once
in a while to keep from angering Taja with his presence. The stranger led Taja to the middle of the
room, and in a split second, Taja’s arms were hoisted above her head and
attached to some sort of cable that was secured to the ceiling. It was the most unbelievably painful and
uncomfortable sensation she had ever experienced. Taja was barely standing on her tiptoes and
her arms were stretched to the point of excruciating pain. She was trying to balance herself and she
felt herself flailing about like a rag doll.
Her fight or flight instinct took over and she began crying
uncontrollably. She felt her tears
stream down her cheeks only to be absorbed by the handkerchief around her
mouth. She tried to “feel” his presence
in the room. He had moved back and was
just listening to her muffled cries. She
thought for a second that the end was near and everything would be over
shortly. In her mind, she said her
goodbyes and repented for her sins and waited for her untimely demise. What could have been seconds, what was
probably minutes, but felt more like hours passed. The pain in her arms was unbearable; her legs
ached from trying to relieve the pressure but her feet could barely reach the
floor. Maybe he was going to leave her
there to die, she thought; the victim of starvation, dehydration and
torture.
Unexpectedly,
he released the cable that suspended her from the floor and let her stand. Her arms were still above her head but the
tension had been lessoned to the point where she could move them slightly. Taja was grateful to him for sparing her such
pain and she realized that he had won one battle; he had made her appreciative
of his small act of kindness.
He moved
around in front of her and she could feel his body heat close to her. She felt his hands on her sides and run down
to her full hips. He began caressing her
breasts and sheer terror shot through her.
Without notice, he ripped her blouse open, tearing it like it was
nothing. Her breathing was heavy,
knowing he was probably standing before her, aroused, but she was helpless to do
anything about it. The telltale sign of
the cold steel blade of a knife was pressed against her breasts as she
froze. He cut away her bra and the
remaining portions of her blouse until she stood topless. Having removed his gloves, he began caressing
her neck, planting gentle, tender kisses on the nape of her neck and her
collarbone. He licked gently, he kissed
softly; from her ears to her shoulders and not missing a spot in between. His soft tongue licked up to her ear and he
began blowing softly. His fingers
stroked her flesh as he sucked the tender spot that always made Taja wet.
Rage coursed
through Taja’s body. The unspeakable was
about to happen. He was going to violate
her, take from her something he had no right to take. For years, she had fantasized about being
“raped”. Without regard for what the
word actually meant, she fantasized that violent aggressive sex, that a man
“taking” her, actually symbolized that she was more desirable than other women. The reality was vastly different.
Her mind was
spinning, trying to reconcile the unadulterated fear coursing through her body
and her arousal. She was searching for
some way to make sense of the fact that while she was angered and scared she
was actually enjoying this man kissing her sweet spot. He was making love to her neck with his
mouth, licking and kissing and caressing her passionately. She shook her head to shake the thought that
here she was, standing bare breasted and restrained by a total stranger, and on
some level she was enjoying it. She was
actually enjoying the sensation, it was giving her pleasure and it served to
distract her from the pain in her arms that were still secured above her head
and the anger of being assaulted. She
was desperate to move her arms; her restraint was painful, both physically and
psychologically.
In an act of
kindness, her assailant unfastened the handkerchief around her face and removed
the gag from her mouth. Taja immediately
began pleading for her life, trying to talk rationally with the man. He didn’t say a word; he gently placed his
fingers to her lips to indicate to her that he wanted her to be quiet. Taja froze, and bargained. “I’ll be quiet if you let my arms down a
little, they hurt so badly.
Please.”
He ignored her
pleas as his fingertips began to gently trace her nipples, softly circling her
breasts. Her erect nipples stood out
from her body, proudly almost, betraying the fact that she actually enjoyed the
stimulation. When he lowered his mouth
to her tits, a small groan could be heard emanating from her throat. He filled his hands with her breasts and he
held them to his mouth. Taja was outdone
and began slightly thrusting back and forth, showing barely detectable signs of
sexual arousal. She was enjoying his
ministrations a little too much for her comfort. He began sucking a little harder and Taja bit
her lip to keep from moaning. He started
biting her nipples and it was as if it was sending shots of electricity
directly to her clit. Her brain was
misfiring, somehow causing her to experience the sensation as pleasure. She could feel moisture developing between
her legs, the throb of arousal in her pussy.
Taja was confused and determined to control her own desire. She was always in control and she was going
to do whatever she had to do to keep her pussy from getting wet.
Even the best
laid plans need room for variables. As
Taja was trying to control her arousal, and the man before her was licking,
sucking and biting her hard nipples, she experienced a sensation that would
send her mind and body reeling. Her arms
were beginning to numb, a dull ache had set in, and she was almost able to tune
out the pain when she was jolted by a pain that transformed her focus. Nipple clamps were applied to her aroused
nipples as her captor began to pull a chain attached to them. He was toying with her, alternating between
softly caressing her breasts and roughly pulling the chain that was attached to
the clamps. Taja wasn’t able to hide her
arousal, she was moaning in pleasure and in pain. He took what felt like to be a riding crop
and began gently slapping her tits. Taja
was undone; she felt every sting as pleasure.
Without
notice, he stopped, causing Taja’s mind to spin out of control with
questions. “What is he thinking, what is
he planning, what was he doing?” As soon
as he stopped the assault on her breasts, she was reminded of the pain in her
arms, still suspended from the ceiling.
Within seconds, the cable that held her arms in the air was released
enough to let her arms fall completely.
He massaged them for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to massage
and lick her breasts as well. This time,
without the gag, it was impossible for Taja to hide the fact that she was
aroused; her moans were audible and guttural.
Her arms were burning and sore and his massage felt delicious.
He pushed her
to her knees and circled her like a lion stalking its prey. Still unable to see anything, there was no
mistaking the sounds of his zipper being lowered. Taja waited, anxious to be thrown into the
next phase of arousal and stimulation.
She couldn’t deny to herself that she was experiencing pleasure in ways
that she had never imagined possible. The
restraint, the pain, the fact that it was a total stranger controlling her fate
. . . all turned Taja on and she was craving more sensation. When it was all over, when she would tell the
tale later, she would deny her arousal, now; she was going to bathe in the
nasty and sensual feelings that had been awakened in her.
She felt the
tip of his dick against her lips. He
held it there, neither one of them making a move to initiate any action. Ever so detectably, he began rubbing it on
her lips. The salty, semi-sweet precum
that had formed on the head of his dick painted her lips and her first instinct
was to lick the fluid away but she remained like a statue, not wanting to scare
her captor or cause him to get antsy. He
began to stroke his hard dick and she could hear him moaning. He put his thumb in her mouth and continued
stroking his dick. Taja was
confused. He could easily have shoved
his dick in her mouth and there wasn’t much she could do about it. She swallowed the saliva that had collected
in her mouth and realized that it simulated a sucking action. He groaned loudly.
He took his
thumb out of her mouth and he grabbed a hand full of her hair. Taja let out a yelp and he pulled her hair
even tighter in his grip. His breathing
was getting more labored and he had now begun to push the head of his dick
between her lips. For the first time,
Taja wanted to please her home invader.
She wanted him to be pleased with her oral skills, to consider her sexy
and to want her. Being objectified was
her drug of choice and she was high and addicted to the sensation.
The man with
his dick in her mouth wasn’t interested in her thoughts and reflections, he was
going to fuck her mouth and she wasn’t going to have much say in the
matter. He pushed his dick in to her
mouth and he stood perfectly still. Taja
imagined that he was equally as afraid of losing an appendage as she was afraid
of what he might do if she accidentally bit him. Taja wanted to control the action, she wanted
to give him a blowjob the way she wanted to do it but that was not to be. He knew what he wanted and he communicated it
to her without saying a word. He
controlled the pace; he controlled the action.
When he wanted her to lick, he pulled her head back, when he wanted her
to suck, he shoved his dick in her mouth to the base. He grabbed the back of her head and used her
mouth for his pleasure. She could feel
every vein, every ridge against her tongue as he face-fucked her. She gagged and choked as he forced the head
of his erection down her throat and it seemed to turn them both on.
Taja was
enjoying the rough treatment. She was
aroused by the way this man was using her and she was stimulated by the fact
that he didn’t really let her control the action. She got into the blowjob and started trying
to give him pleasure like she’d never done to anyone in the past. It was important for her self-esteem to think
of herself as an object of desire and she got into sucking and licking like
never before. It was the sloppiest,
wettest, loudest blowjob she had ever given and even found herself moaning and
enjoying it. It was as if she didn’t
have to pretend to be reserved anymore, like she had been conditioned to be;
she could be a wanton, sexual slut, and that thought sent chills up her
normally judgmental and conservative spine.
She rationalized that he was forcing her to behave in this whorish
manner and she let go of whatever beliefs that told her she was being a bad
girl, she wanted to be naughty and, dare she admit it, submissive.
She felt the
head of his dick pounding her throat and she didn’t tense up, she went with the
sensation. He got thicker and harder in
her mouth as he fucked her mouth more.
Taja’s hands were rubbing her pussy through her pants and her attacker
was making noises like a wounded animal.
He grabbed her by the throat and restricted her air. The rougher he treated her, the more moisture
soaked her panties. She was being held
captive by a man she didn’t know and she was more trusting of him than she had
been with all of her previous lovers.
“Shit,” he
cried out, the first word he had uttered all night, and he backed away.
Taja was dazed
and caught off guard. In the frenzy of
her arousal, she had almost forgotten that he was a real individual. Why had he stopped? Had she done something wrong? She hated herself for wanting him not to
stop. Had he shot his load on and not
wanted to do it in her mouth? Visions of
his dick, shooting cum on the floor as he stood over her, stroking it, enraged
her. “Damn you, you son of a bitch. Let me go, RIGHT NOW! You’ll be sorry for this.” She really wanted to beg for his cum in her
mouth but she knew not to say another word.
She was on fire and it was impossible to deny at that point. She began to plead with him again to let her
go but in the back of her mind she wanted to experience just a little bit more
erotic torture.
He pulled her
to her feet and removed her pants. With
painstaking slowness, he pulled them down over her full hips and tossed them to
the side. Taja stood motionless, afraid
to move, not sure of the reasons why.
Her attacker led her to the bed and secured the handcuffs to the
headboard. She was laying face down and
he made her get on her knees. Taja was
embarrassed to be so exposed, so vulnerable yet so aroused. Again, he left her there for a few minutes
in silence and in darkness.
She felt the
bed shift as he climbed on with her. His
hands began caressing her back gently, massaging her sore arm muscles
again. Everything he did, he did with
such tenderness and care, and it was at that moment that she first thought that
her attacker could actually be her husband.
“Phillip, is that you? Let me
go. Stop this, this isn’t funny.”
If it was her
husband, if it was Phillip, he would surely let her go, he knew she was really
in control, he knew that whatever she said was the final word. That belief was shattered when she felt the
sting of a sharp slap on her ass. The
pain rattled her sense of reality and traveled up and down her spine. Phillip would never defy a direct order from
her let alone be so aggressive. She
began to panic again. Had she
underestimated this perpetrator? Reality
sunk in and she began to sob uncontrollably.
“Please, please let me go,” she cried.
“Count,” he
said.
While Taja was
wondering what he intended for her to count, she felt the sharp sting of
another blow on her ass. It took of few
seconds for her brain to comprehend and she was able to eek out, “One,” not
sure if that was the correct response or not, just going with her gut. He followed the slap to her ass with soft
kisses to her disciplined flesh. His
hands massaged her breasts, rubbed her clit and soothed her sexy round
bottom. She felt decidedly masculine
hands caress the tender flesh of her ass.
His hands were kneading her body and gently stroking her thighs and
back. His fingers separated her butt
cheeks and he ran them lightly over her asshole. Taja froze in terror. The man responsible for her restraint then
slid his fingers down to her soaking wet pussy and rubbed her swollen
clit. Taja was pissed, embarrassed, and
annoyed at herself for being aroused.
She wanted and needed to regain control so she began talking again,
trying to hide her true feelings, begging to be let go.
The next blow
came without warning and she cried out “Owwwww,” as tears formed in her eyes. She remembered to say “Two,” and lay her head
on the pillow as an act of exhaustion, both physical and mental. What followed was more caressing and more
spanking, more fingering and more counting, more tender touches and searing
pain combined. She felt his hands
caressing the tender and heated flesh of her ass. The more he caressed, the wetter her pussy
became. He would rub her sore nipples
and spank her butt and thighs. It was
torture; erotic, sensual, heavenly torture.
Her head was reeling; it wasn’t supposed to feel pleasurable. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. The stinging was registering in her brain as
bliss and she was tormented by the fact that each slap was followed by him
gently rubbing her clit to near orgasm.
She began to look forward to each slap, to him bringing her closer and
closer to fierce explosion every time.
By the time she got to twenty, she was experiencing each slap as
pleasure, each sting was ecstasy. Her
pussy was dripping and her clit was throbbing and she was desperate to
cum.
Without
warning, she felt the softness of a tongue licking her soaking wet pussy. “Noooo, she cried out, not sure why she was
saying it; she truly didn’t want him to stop.
She was trying to stop him from having more control over her and the
fact that he was teasing her with such expertise. She was pulling against her restraints, and
trying to fight her own orgasm as he licked her from front to back.
There was no
stopping him; he was going to make her cum and cum hard. She fought it with her mind but her body was
betraying her intentions. She had been
so aroused for so long, she was at the brink of sensual release. Ecstasy washed over her body and his lips
gently sucked her clit as his tongue fucked her hole. He lapped and licked, nibbled and sucked and
made her grind her pussy on his face.
She moaned in the pillow and begged him not to stop.
She felt the
head of his dick rubbing her pussy. She
was beyond the point of rational thought.
Like a light switch going off in her head, she realized that the life of
control and rules she had lived by were mere illusions. She wanted to be fucked, fucked good, fucked
hard, and fucked long. She needed to be
fucked. She heard the words coming out
of her mouth but they sounded like they were coming from someone else. They sounded like they were coming from a
wounded animal. “Fuuuuuck meeeee
pleeeeease.”
Time
froze. In an instant, the handcuffs were
released and a small nightlight was turned on.
She could tell her captor got off the bed and stood back, waiting for
her to make a move. She kept her head in
the pillow with her ass in the air, not moving an inch. She knew she should get up and run but she couldn’t. She wanted to turn around and see the face of
her captor. She remained frozen. She said it again, this time aware that she
could no longer claim to being forced to do anything. “Fuck me.”
The ringing in
her ears and the desperation in her wet pussy drove her to say the words that
she wouldn’t have thought possible two hours earlier. She felt the head rub from her clit to her
asshole and she arched backwards, trying to get him to penetrate her. She was desperate to feel that sensation of
him hitting bottom deep inside her. She
needed to feel full with his hardness, the ecstasy that a woman can only feel
when a big hard dick is filling her, stretching her, pounding her. It was a strange twist of fate that had her
craving the very sensation that she had fought all her life to deny. She wanted to be submissive, to let go of all
the stereotypes and standards that told her that she had to be a strong black
woman that didn’t put up with anything, that called all the shots. She realized that her freedom was in letting
go, was in letting someone else have the reins of control and it had nothing to
do with her being weak, it was simply a shift in power. She was tired of pretending that she had to
be everything to everyone, she was tired of needing to feel like a bitch. In that moment she wanted to surrender to
sensations that she had no control over and she craved that release.
“Say it
again,” he said again calmly.
In a surreal
declaration, she said the words that released her from her invisible
bonds. “Now! Please! Fuck me!”
With those
words, he took the head of his dick and placed it at the head of her
asshole. Anal sex was something she’d
done before but it had been a long time ago, with boyfriends that insisted she
had to do it to prove that she loved them.
It’d been many years since she even thought about doing it and fear
paralyzed her body. She wasn’t even sure
she could take it. There was no doubt in
her mind that it was going to hurt. Why
then, was her body screaming out for this stranger to do it? She wanted to feel like she was giving him
the ultimate symbol of her submission to him.
Exquisitely
slow and with exhausting skill, her captor managed to get the head inserted
with no pain at all. Taja was sweating
and her musky scent was reminiscent of a wild animal but it was sexy and
primal. The fact that just the head of
his dick was inside her was driving her out of her mind. She started pushing back and driving more
meat inside her backdoor. The sensation
of being filled like that was causing her to grunt and moan. It was as if she couldn’t breath and every
millimeter shoved inside her felt like miles of orgasmic pleasure. Teeth marks were embedded in the pillowcase
and her hands gripped the sheets tightly.
Through it all, he wouldn’t move and inch; he let her control the
penetration. It was only when she
reached between her legs to rub her clit that she realized that he was
completely buried inside her. She’d past
her threshold of pleasure and it was time for some fast and furious fucking.
Taja had to
grab the headboard to keep her head from being rammed. In an instant, he was fucking her
senseless. She pushed back; he pumped
harder. Every inch of his dick was
driven deep inside her and she adored the sensation. Rockets went off inside her head and she was
outside herself. Taja was now another
person, another woman who had no fears, no inhibitions. She needed to get fucked and she wasn’t
afraid to ask for it all night long. He
grabbed her hips; she rubbed her clit.
He was moaning, she was groaning.
She came without him missing a beat and he kept fucking her through her
orgasm. Sweat formed on both of them and
they grunted and groaned like wild animals.
They fucked into the night until Taja passed out from pleasure and
exhaustion.
The morning
came and sunlight filtered through the blinds.
Taja awoke, her arms and legs and ass were sore. The smells of eggs and coffee were coming up
the stairs. Phillip entered the room and
held out her robe. “Breakfast is
ready.”
She stood on
shaky feet, still weak from the incredible fuck she had gotten and the
restraint her body had endured. “We need
to talk . . ." Her words were cut off with the familiar finger that has
silenced her the night before.
Phillip had no
words to explain his behavior or his actions.
He, too, had been struggling with his perceived role as doormat versus
being a “man” and he had devised this plan to show his wife who was the
boss. While he had done it for her he
had come to some personal revelations of his own. If being the boss meant that he had to be
someone that was unnatural to him, he wanted no parts of that. He stood his ground as he waited for her
verbal assault, quite sure she was going to go back to full bitch mode.
Never having
had a previous occasion to be humble, Taja was rendered speechless. Her journey to self-discovery started with a
paralyzing fear and ended with a frightening revelation. She let Phillip help her on with her
robe. She rested her head on his
shoulder and he put his arms around her.
She’d lost a piece of herself and found it in losing control. There was no turning back, only relinquishing
old beliefs in a strange twist of fate.
Copyright 2008
AfroerotiK
