He grabbed me and threw me to the ground. My arm cracked as well as a few other bones. He wanted me for his prostitute, I had said no, so now I was going to be his anyways. My opinion didnâ€™t matter, after all, I was the one would be pregnant. He lifted me and brought me to his room, there he dropped me on his bed. From when he had thrown me to the ground, it hurt to move, I was helpless. He pulled my shirt over my head and threw it aside. He reached towards my crotch and unzipped my jeans; he slowly slid them from me as he smirked at my body. He separated my underwear from my skin and slid those off too. Now my bra was the only thing left. He reached around me and unhooked it slowly. He slid it off my arms, staring at my breasts. He rose from the bed and came back with some ties; he bound my ankles and wrists to the bed incase I mustered the power to fight back. He stood back and undressed. He lay his body over mine; I shut my eyes tight. He reached to groin and started moving his fingers inside of me. I bit my lip so I wouldnâ€™t yell. As he continued that, he caressed my breast with his lips and rubbed my side. He kissed my breast, and continued in a line up to my mouth where he forced his tongue in. He continued to move his fingers in and out of my pelvic area. I tried to turn my head away; when I did, he sat up onto of me and smirked. He brought himself to my hips and held his penis in his hand. He moved closer to my vagina. I begged him not to, this made move faster. He slid into me and started moving; I was crying. He moved to my breasts again and started on them. He slowly licked and went into sucking, still moving inside of me. He sucked harder and faster. He nibble them and then bit, I screamed in anguish, which only made him bite again and again. I tried to move, but with his weight and the tethers, I couldnâ€™t. He stopped and slid out of me, only to go with his face to my crotch. He started licking; his tongue slid over my public area and slid into my vagina every so often. I squirmed in discomfort, only for him to taste me. He slid his hands over my thighs and over my hips. His hands made their way to my breast; one in each; he squeezed and rubbed them. I closed my eyes and thought what I could do; I came up with: I could do nothing but let him please himself. A degrading thought, but true. Maybe after about an hour of this, he released me from the ties and gave me my clothes. In my pain, I redressed myself and ran from his home.