Asylum!

An eBook By Carla Frost.

When they were gone Anna sat up. She used the balled up pajamas to wipe between her legs, cleaning away a mess of semen and sweat. Her heart was still beating fast and hard, the memory of the pain and the humiliation fresh and real.

She lay back on the bed, unsure, even horny. But why? Why should that have turned her on? It was wrong, surely. She should feel nothing but revulsion. And yet . . .

Without thinking too hard about it Anna raised a hand to her mouth and licked it all over, coating her fingers in saliva. She rolled onto her side and reached down between her legs. Even the slightest touch brought back echoes of the pain of a few minutes ago, sharp echoes. But sweet echoes.

And then she was touching herself. Biting her pillow to stop from crying out at the fresh pain this elicited. She rubbed her fingers over her cunt, pressing hard where the two men had recently forced themselves into her. Pressing harder to make it hurt more, to make the pain sweeter.

Faster and faster. She slipped her fingers inside and found the flesh there tender, as if bruised, and the feeling in her built, like a light getting brighter. So bright that it wiped out all other thoughts. A light made all the brighter by the clarity of the pain. A dam burst. Unable to suppress a gasp, Anna spread her legs wide, the muscles in her stomach and abdomen jerking, spasming as a pleasure the like of which she had never before known rippled through her. She arched off the bed, mouth open, eyes shut. The waves of pleasure kept coming, taking her higher and higher until she felt as if she was about to pass out.

And then, finally, they ceased. Anna collapsed back onto the bed, gasping, drenched with sweat, half naked, her muscles weak. For several minutes she could not move and could not think.

Anna lay still for a long time before she felt strong enough to stand. She felt warm and glowing. The pain receded to just an ache and the memory of the recent climax sent shivers and twitches through her legs and groin. She cleaned herself off, found new pajamas and pulled them on before collapsing back into bed. The questions came crowding in once again.

Why had something so violent turned her on? What was wrong with her, to get off on such rough treatment? Why had it felt so good? Would it happen again? Did she want it to happen again?

In search of answers Anna’s mind began to examine her whole conception of sex and pleasure.

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