Felt it all before... the shame, the disgust, the loathing. It didnt break me then, and it wuldnt break me now. I feeded on it. It fueled my rage, building up like a mass of water agenst a shaky dam. The taste of her cum vas horrible, but it also amped up my eforts. I disconected, as she fucked my mouth, and filed me with that disgusting seed. I breathed thru my nose. No tears, no strugling, no desperation. I learned it all back then, not to give the rapist the satisfaction of seeing me suffer.
All that matered vas, that she vas paying no atention to my working hands, behind my back. Good... they wer free now. Now... all it wuld take vas for her to get off my chest and start raping my pussy, for me to be able to lunge up and strike.
"Yes, Master." I affirmed, as she got off my chest, puling the cock out. No emotion in my voice, no desperation, no pain. I wuld not show it, not until later, not until I vas alone and culd release it w/o looking weak to anyone. Right now, I wuld use it to give me strength. I kept steady eye contact vith her. The patient intenzity of a coiled snake waiting for a chance to strike.
Once she stabs the cock in my vagina, penetrating the cervix easyli, all I let out was a sharp grunt, thru the nose, my mouth sealed tight. It hurt like hell... it spured me on. Use the pain, not give in to it. Feed on it.
Sudenly, my arms snaped-out from behind my back, and I struck-off her arms planted on my sholders agen. She didnt see it coming, she had no way to anticipate the vectors of force and counter them. Then I lunged up, stabing the wedged thumb and index finger of both my hands, up at her throat, in a twin wedge-jab. She gagged, gurgling. Any normal human wuld have his or her throat crushed, but she vas just dazed fro a moment. Before she culd recover, I hugged her around the neck, and puled in... then sinked my teeth in-to the side of her neck, riping-open her carotid artery and worrying it like a wild animal, blood gushing all over my face, vhile using one fist to repeatedly bash-in her opozing temple, vith my top 2 hardened knuckles of index and mid-finger.
Grim determination to kill, in my eyes, the only part of me that betrayed my fury now.