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blankmange writes "CNET is reporting coverage of the Computers Freedom and Privacy Conference, being held in San Francisco this week. 'The conference, normally a forum for digerati to pose a series of frightening "what if" scenarios, has morphed into an event where participants' worst surveillance nightmares may be poised to come true following the terrorist attacks.' Sounds like we may want to listen for any definitive solutions that come from this conference."
lets make a really long thread! I'll start!
When I opened my eyes, it was dark. I had to fall asleep. I missed the changes when they happened. I was on my back, with my hands raised over my head and fastened there. Not in ropes, not even in cuffs. The rings on my wrists were more firm, fixed together and clipped to the wall a little above.
There was somebody on me. The room was so dark that I couldn't see anything. But I felt a lot of him - he was heavy and huge and swarmed on me. His scent was a strong one - but though I was clouded by it, I couldn't define if it was sweat or spicy perfume or something foul.
I thrashed under him. These were quite helpless movements - he was simply a bulk (that didn't surprise me, taking into account my tastes) - but at least I gave him to know that I was conscious.
"Wait! No!" I didn't like the way he was doing it - silently, only with his breath touching my face.
He didn't answer. I felt his chest pressed to mine. It caused me troubles with breathing. His big cold hands grabbed my thighs spreading them wider and pulling up. His fingers went right into the scratches, making me flinch. I wondered how often he did it.
His cock was set against my cleft. I shuddered feeling its size. I had to expect it - according to the condition of my hole - but it didn't help me to cope with the thought that he would drive it inside me right now.
I twitched desperately.
"No! Don't do it! You don't have right! I don't want you to!"
Without saying a word he raised himself on one hand and slapped me with the other. His strength was enormous. It felt like a shell exploded in my head. My lips became numb but they must have been splinted because a thin stream of blood tickled my chin.
He returned his hands to the position, digging his fingers in my skin. I was helpless - and the first stunning wave of pain went through me with the thick head of his cock penetrating my ass.
"Ooh, God!"
I didn't scream. Not because I was so patient, I would like to scream - but my throat was so contracted that I couldn't manage anything loud enough. He started thrusting - and I made more noise, moans in synch with his advance inside me. Even with the stretching he already gave to my ass he could not possibly insert his entire dick at once. He did it in several portions --and when he was in I thought I felt the tip of it right in my belly.
I whimpered uncontrollably. The pain didn't subside. But it was nothing in comparison with the agonizing torment when he began to really fuck me. My own howls frightened that little part of my mind that could register anything else but the blinding pain.
He battered my ass using his strength to shove his cock into me as deep as possible. And it was not deep enough for him because he was pulling my hips closer to him , scraping my skin to bleeding.
"God, stop it! Please, stop it!" sometimes I could articulate the words but more often I just wailed. Neither this not that seemed to affect him.
He speeded up. I heard his breath becoming panting. His cock was pulverizing me, beating my rectum to numbness. I made shrieks, anxious to pass out.
I didn't. He cummed before it. I felt jets of his liquid blasting inside me, one by one, huge amounts. I never even could imagine someone to ejaculate this much.
His cock limped. He did hurt me dragging this flaccid thing through my wounded rectum - but not far as much as before. I was sobbing because I was already weak of pain.
He didn't say a word getting up from me. For a moment in the lit square of the opening door I saw his grotesque silhouette - and then he left.
* * *
Only after some time I realized that he didn't release my hands. I lay uncovered, in darkness, on the sheets soaking in his semen and my blood.
I was cold and exhausted. The only sound I heard was my own sobbing.
Maybe, I fainted for a while - I didn't know. Somehow it seemed to me that only quite a short time passed. But it had to be a longer term - because he was again in the room with me.
I felt his presence on the bed very near. Despair seized me - I was so much hurt, I couldn't stand it once more! Not yet.
"Oh, please, please, don't!" my voice broke when I started. Tears ran from my eyes. I heard his breath - a sigh. No answer.
Instead he leant to me - and I sensed his cold hand with extremely long fingers on my cheek. It seemed he saw me perfectly because suddenly his wet tongue touched the flow of blood from my lips. His tongue was huge, too, and somehow rough. He licked the blood and rather carefully touched the splits. I groaned. He lapped my tears - I couldn't stop shedding them.
And then he started crawling over me.
I pissed myself. I was afraid of this pain so much - it just went beyond my control. He grunted something - I understood he felt what happened. He was sitting between my thighs.
"Why are you going to do it again?" I spoke and my voice was almost unrecognizably shaky. "Are you horny again? Oh, Christ, please, give me some more time!"
His palm patted my belly.
"My God!" I felt he took my hips again. There was no mercy from him.
I blacked out when he started.
* * *
My hands were free when I came to my senses. Light again. It hurt to move. On the floor at the bed I saw a tray with a tall glass and some kind of food on the plate - half-liquid paste, unappetizing looking. I sipped the drink. It had a strange taste but I thought I would enjoy it - if I were not in such pain.
I still was dryly dirty - but the sheets under me seemed to be changed. No more piss or semen. And - actually - I couldn't see any device on the wall above my head where my hands could be attached.
With quite a difficulty I dragged myself to the bathroom. My face in the mirror was the one of walking dead. I got under the water.
Maybe, there was some pain-killer in the drink - but I started feeling better after a while. Not completely, of course. As much as I wanted to clean my hole from the fuckin' sperm of this bastard, I couldn't even think about touching it.
I found toothbrush, paste, hairbrush and a disposable razor. I hated him taking care about me this way - and still I hated even more to be this slovenly. I brought myself in order and returned to the room. Well, somehow the paste on the plate didn't seem so disgusting for me. I probed it with the finger and licked it. It was not bad.
I walked a little after I ate. The door was shut - as if it didn't never open. I pushed the walls with faint hope that one of them suddenly would yield. In vain, of course.
Soon I was tired of moving. It ached to sit - but I didn't want to lie down. I wanted to be ready when he came. He didn't have to get me while I was sleeping - no more again. The door stayed shut.
* * *
Time was a mess for me after a while. I couldn't monitor any more how long the periods when I slept and when I was awake were. The minutes when I was fucked seemed to go forever. All other was in blur. It took a lot for me to understand that there were two of them, my jailers. The thing why I couldn't believe it was that it seemed impossible for me that there were two people in the world with such big members.
But one of them was cruel. The one who was leaving these inflamed scratches on my body; the one who put his mouth on my nipples and bit them without caring how much he hurt me. Soon I came to fear him frantically. The bad thing was there was no system in their visits. Sometimes one came two or three times in succession --and even if I was not asleep, I couldn't identify them on silhouette. Both were very tall - and in the short moment when they appeared in the lit doorway I saw that they matched it exactly - and it was stretched-hand high for me.
I used to think the other one kind. He never punched me and sometimes, if I whined especially pitifully, he changed his mind from fucking me and jerked off on me instead. He caressed me. He played with my genitals without hurting them. I tried to speak to him.
He never answered. But I didn't doubt he understood me.
I was in pain constantly. It dulled when I drank their drinks and, as the food they gave to me was half-liquid, I didn't have many problems with shitting. No, I didn't get accustomed to what was being done to me. But I felt too tired to do anything.
* * *
He was kissing me. His thick tongue wandered in my mouth. I didn't mind - the longer he did it, the farther from me was the moment of penetration. My head rested in his palm.
I didn't know why I responded him. I was strained in apprehension of pain - but I passed my tongue over his. He didn't seem to notice it at first. A little less reluctantly I flickered it once more. I never could understand why he tasted so strange. I licked his huge language in my mouth.
He withdrew. It was as if he supported himself on his hands, looking at me in the darkness.
"C'mon," I whispered. "Kiss me."
Our tongues intertwined. They pushed and battled as if we were lovers. I heard his sigh when he let me go.
I moved my curled fingers fixed in the rings.
"C'mere. Let me touch you."
After a pause he shifted. I felt his head approaching my hands. His skull was bald. A vast perfect form, smooth and cold. I patted it in the manner he sometimes patted me. A low murmur escaped him.
I tried to reach to his face. He didn't allow me. The tips of my fingers only brushed it. He backed.
He was kissing my chest and belly now. His lips were tender where his fellow hurt me. He kissed my bush, gently pulling the hair with his lips. He kissed my prick in the same way, just printing his kisses on it.
I was soft. He put his tongue into my slit and licked a little from it. His breath was slightly warm.
He licked his finger and probed my ass. I clenched my teeth not to scream. He pulled my hips up suddenly, more upward than usually. And I felt his tongue licking around my anus.
It was painful - but somehow it was pleasant, too. It seemed to soothe the splits on my skin. He pushed his tongue inside. I moaned. He took it away. He rocked me slightly.
When he lay down on me, he didn't insert his cock. He put it between my thighs, imitating the fucking. It took a while but he cummed at last. I was afraid to believe my luck.
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