This is another Canadian themed post I had intended to write for Smutathon but never quite got round to as fatigue took its toll. But I was determined to write t and here it is:
I never really wanted to go to Toronto. I didn’t, believe me. And I never thought I would end up staying. I had been with Kat 2 years without ever getting to visit her home city. Then we broke up. It wasn’t easy. She regarded my affair with a man as a double betrayal. We parted and Kat returned to Toronto. I resigned myself to never seeing her again.
For over a year, I heard nothing from her. Then I got a text message.
“I need you back in my life. All is forgiven. Almost �”
“Are you coming back to London?” I texted back, with a mixture of apprehension and hope.
“No. You are coming to me. Check your e-mail. I have sent your tickets through.”
So I found myself on the Toronto waterfront at 2 days’ notice, having phoned in sick at work, no hotel booked, just instruction to wait for a message.
It was late afternoon and the sun was already low in the sky, when the message came.
“Tranmere Drive, Mississauga. Take a cab.”
I stepped out of the taxi into a deserted street with industrial buildings. I felt anxious and vulnerable. I held my phone in my hand, checking for messages, scrolling anxiously, feeling mounting panic. Why had she made me come here? What was her game? No one knew I was here. Not work, not family, not my London friends. If I died alone here, who would ever know?
I heard footsteps behind me then felt a gloved hand over my mouth a knee in the back forcing me to the ground. A hessian sack was pulled over my head. My hands were forced behind me and tied roughly with rope. I trembled.
Then I heard Kat’s voice.
“Just throw the fucking slag in the boot!”
They picked me up, overpowering me as I wriggled and kicked, I felt a strap going round my ankles. Soon I was in the boot of the car, trussed and helpless. The lid slammed shut and I was in darkness.
The car drove off. After a couple of bends the car seemed to be picking up speed and moving straight ahead. I guessed that we mist be on a main highway out of town.
I have no idea how long we had been driving for when I was shaken to the side again as the car veered suddenly off the straight road, braked sharply and began jolting down what was evidently a rough track. After a short while the car turned sharp left again and came to a sudden halt.
The boot lid was opened and I was lifted out and set on my bound feet. The blindfold was taken off. It was already dark. I had no idea what time it was. Kat came out and spat in my face.
“You like cock? You’re going to get cock baby!”
She pinched my cheeks and smirked. One of her accomplices came up wit a license plate on a cord and handed it to her. She showed it to me. Underneath the word Ontario and the motto “Yours to Discover” were the words
“Yours to Fuck,”
She hung it round my neck and laughed again. I trembled with fear.
“Kat, what are you going to do to me?”
“Giving what you like best, honey. Which isn’t what I can give you. Is it?”
She turned me round and pushed me in the direction of the edge of the forest.
“Walk. This is Ontario. Yours to discover”
They all laughed.
I shuffled forward, ankles bound. I fell over a couple of times, stumbling in the undergrowth. Each time I was pulled roughly to my feet, ordered to carry on. We soon reached a fallen tree where I was ordered to kneel in the wet grass.
I was tied to the tree, blindfolded, my ankles bound, my tights round my ankles. I was alone. At least I think I was. Kat and her friends had gone, I knew that but here it was, bound and helpless, in bra and panties, a quick to the side from having my cunt exposed to the world.
After a while, I heard voices in the clearing.
“Hey, look at this.”
I heard footsteps coming near. Three men were standing over me.
“Well she’s not my type, I guess but, hey, it’s a free fuck.”
“What’s your name?”
I screamed.
“Fuck off!” I yelled, hoping someone might hear. But my screams just seemed to echo in the emptiness. I let out a wail of despair.
“Well Miss Fuck Off we are real pleased to meet you. My friend is Kat’s brother and we have heard so much about you, about how you really like being fucked.”
“That’s right, we have been looking forward to it. And hey cos we’re good guys we have eve brought rubbers.”
Then I heard the third voice. I started. It was an English voice, one I thought I recognised. I was a little relieved that these weren’t random strangers. If they knew Kat, and were here at Kat’s invitation, then Kat herself and her two accomplices could not be far away. I had not been abandoned. Instead I was being used and degraded in an elaborate game. And, maybe, Kay would have me back once I had done this penance.
Except it wasn’t penance. As I thought about this |I felt myself getting wet, feel my swelling clit brush against my nylon panties. I was going to get a good hard fucking or three but what I needed more than anything at this moment, was a wank. And this, I would surely be denied.
“Can you untie a hand please?”
“And why would I do that honey? So you can play with yourself? My cock not good enough for you?”
He climbed onto the log, knelt astride me and tugged down my bra and began sucking my nipples. He was rough, I felt a beard against my skin, felt his teeth. He was doing this top hurt me.
“Stop it, you’re hurting me!”
“Oh really? Kat said you like it rough.”
He started kneading and slapping my breasts with his hands, again I cried out. He carried on then I felt a finger going into my cunt.
“You’re a dirty bitch. You are so fucking wet.”
“Just fuck me, Please!”
And then he was inside me. He pushed in to the full length of his large cock, grabbed me round d the head, pulling on my hair so that I winced with pain again, then with five brutal thrusts, he ejaculated, and cried out with pleasure as he came.
I hadn’t come, I generally don’t come unless I can massage my clit when I am being fucked. But that was the point wasn’t it? This was to be sex with men for whom my needs counted for nothing, for whom I was an object with a wet, slippery hole. Kat was trying to teach me a lesson. She has thought this out well up to a point. What she hadn’t taken into account was that I was enjoying the objectification, I was going to get a month’s worth of wank fantasies out this. Oh God, wank. I so needed to wank. Oh please!
I pulled against the ropes that bound my wrists. But they were tight, really tight, and rubbed and chafed. I began to sob with frustration.
The man got up, I could make out the sound of trousers being pulled up, the clink of a belt buckle.
“OK Gary. I’m done. The dirty slut’s all yours now.”
“Hi Gary” I said, attempting a weak smile. Could you just play with my clit a little bit? Please?”
“I really haven’t got time for foreplay and all that shit honey. Kat wants you fucked and fucked hard.”
And he did. Six thrusts, six thrusts of premeditated brutality. And he was out.
“We are using rubbers” said Gary, “that was like part of the deal with Kat, But I am just going to squeeze this baby out over your lovely litl;e tghigh.”
I heard him fumbling with the condom, removing it I guessed carefully so as not to spill anything, then I felt a vigorous rubbing of latex against my inner thighs, then the ooze of cold jizz. He worked his way up to the crotch, spreading his emission over both inner thighs up to the first sproutings of pubic hair.
“Be careful. I can get pregnant from this, you know.”
“And? I quite like the idea of a lesbian having my child. Yeah I love that idea. And he rubbed again and I felt the pubic hair matting as he worked his way up to the vaginal opening.
“yeah, that would be real good.”
He laughed and stood up.
“Mike, the little lady wants you to make her a baby”
They both laughed and I began to scream. I had to hand it to Kat. She had probably thought this one up too. I felt miserable and helpless as Mike got on top of me and pushed his way in. I barely registered what her was doing to me. He grunted a lot, he was , I guessed, a bit more corpulent than the other two, his breath smelt of vinegar I tried turning my head away from him bit he grabbed it and turned it back. I shut my mouth as I felt him kiss me and try to force his tongue between my lips.
He would not abandon the effort and I thrashed about, pulling against my restraints, retching at the vinegar breath that I could not escape. He held my head in a lock and I began to choke when I heard someone approach. Mike took his hands off my head and I felt him sit up, still astride me.
“Get off her and leave her alone. You have all had your fun. Now just get back in your car and go home.”
It was Kat, cool, authoritative and utterly dominant. The three men didn’t say a word and walked away. I heard a bang of car doors, an engine starting, and they were gone.
I was spent. She took the blindfold off and smiled.
“Had enough cock, haven’t you?”
I nodded. I felt sore and used, my inner thighs sticky with the come of the men who had had me as I lay there helpless.
“Yes, Kat.”
She stood over me and spat in my face.
“Betray me again and this is going to happen again. And again. And again. Until you learn your fucking lesson.”
“Yes Kat.”
“And what have you learnt?”
“That I will be faithful to you, I will sleep with no one but you, that I am a lesbian. I am yours. I love you Kat, I adore you, take me please take me..”
I burst into tears.
It was after dawn by the time we reached East York. We pulled into a diner where Kay handed me a denim boiler suit. And a pair if pumps.
“Put these on. They’re a bit like prison issue aren’t they but I quite like the idea of that. I mean, the dynamics of our relationship have changed haven’t they and we kinda need to reflect that in our clothes from time to time don’t we?”
I was tired. I was hungry. Cream cheese bagels and coffee were just what I needed. Back in the warmth of the car I feel asleep but when we reached Kat’s house I was conscious of her lifting me out of the car and tenderly carrying me in to my new home.
After a bath I lay in the freshly made bed waiting for my love. I played back the previous 24 hours in my head, how I had been degraded and used. My hand reached for my clit. I was horny as f**k. Waiting for her, waiting for her,
