My body is draped, sweaty and glistening, the tips of my hair dangle along the carpets dingy fibers, my lungs are gasping, my nerves shaking, my eyes dry and burning,

The polyester comforter scratches my derriere, my back aches, and my strength is gone. 

The use of my body was left at his disposal, the rented room a surprise. Dragging me through anxiety, heightening my sense of horror, he hid before I arrived, a taste of fear play. The room pitch black, only the door was illuminated by light. 

By the time he came up from behind me, my body was liquid and pliant. I would have fainted had I not known the scent of his cologne. Every sense, every fiber of my being danced along the realm of pleasure, till his seed found its way into the pits if my belly, and the light of heaven echoed my name…