Not every story has a happy ending

It was early Saturday morning and I was so so so excited. I had a date tonight as Beth. This would be the first time I’d gone out dressed and my first date with a guy dressed. I met him online, we exchanged a few messages and photos, talked a bit on IM and set up a date to meet.
I spent all day on my looks, paying close attention to detail, putting on my make up, taking it off and doing it again, spent hours picking out the right clothes to wear but I was finally ready. I stood in front of the mirror one last time. My hair, my makeup, my tight black dress hiding my black and red bra and panty set, black fishnets and four inch heels. My red toe nails, finger nails and lips matching my hidden lingerie. I thought I looked good. A little sexy and slutty mixed together but I thought it would be a good combination for the night in store. I grab my purse, keys and head out the door.
I arrived at the motel a little early. It was one of those motels that are all on one level surrounded by parking lots. It was pretty cheap but I didn’t really mind. I drove in slow and looked for the room number, when I found it I drove around to the other side and parked. I checked myself in the mirror, took a deep breath and stepped out of my car. I had to walk across the parking lot and around the corner to get to his room. I was very nervous and excited at the same time. My legs were shaking, combine that with my 4in heels and the walk seemed to take forever. Finally I’m knocking on the door, he opens with a big smile on his face which puts me a little at ease. He looks just like his picture which is good. As he invites me in I do a quick scan of the room, not that someone couldn’t be hiding in the bathroom or closet, but I check anyway. He’s very sweet, asks me to sit and we each have a glass of wine. We talk, laugh, joke and flirt and after the second glass of wine I’m feeling a little tipsy but I’m not worried about it. We start kissing, touching, caressing and this last a long time before we start undressing each other. Little by little we lost some clothing, kissing, licking and sucking on the skin as it was exposed. It was very erotic. He was completely naked, I was still in my bra, stockings and heels. He gently starts pushing my head towards his hard cock and I am very willing. I gently start licking and sucking the head, tasting his pre cum, spending some time on his huge balls before working my way back up and trying to take all his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t, he was too big but I sure tried. He was moaning and slowly fucking my mouth so I knew he liked it. All the while he was probing my ass with his wet finger. Soon after I noticed he was dipping his finger into the wine glass then sliding it up my ass but I was horny and it felt really good so who cares, right?
He turns me around, I’m on my hands and knees, spreads my ass cheeks wide and starts kissing and licking my ass then tongue fucking my hole. He keeps pouring wine over my ass rubbing it in and using it as lube. He’s driving me crazy, I’m so turned on, my cock is leaking all over and my hole is ready for cock…….but I’m also not feeling so well. The room starts spinning, I try keeping my eyes closed hoping that will help. I realize he is talking to me but his words are all jumbled and echoing that I don’t know what he is saying. I think I might have blacked out. The next thing I remember is pain. I wake up to him punching me in the face over and over. I don’t know how many times or how long it went on for but it finally stopped. Then I remember being tied up tight, more pain in my wrists and ankles. I try opening my eyes but I can’t they are too swollen. I try to talk but don’t even understand what I say and when I do it’s followed by more punches to my face. Next, more pain rips through my ass. I scream and get punched hard and a hand clamped over my mouth. The pain is almost unbearable and that I suppose was a good thing because between the pain and the fact that I could hardly breath through my nose, I passed out again.
I woke to a sound, it was morning, sunlight was peeking through the curtains. My whole body was in pain. I was still tied up. I opened one eye, the other was too swollen, to see a house keeping lady standing in the room. I saw the panic in her face and heard it in her voice. I knew I must look terrible right now. She rushes over and unties asking over and over what happened and who did this to you and are you ok. Once untied she grabs the phone and tells me she’s calling the police and an ambulance but I’m not having any part of that. I grab my stuff and dress as fast as possible, she’s on the phone with the police as I’m running as fast as I can move out the door. I get to my car and drive home as quickly as I can under the circumstances. I could hardly sit, hardly see and I hurt everywhere.
The first thing I do is call my boss, I leave him a message about a death in the family and that I need the next week off. I then, not sure why, grab a blanket and pillow, go into the closet, shut the door, curl up on the floor and cry myself to sleep.
It took a long time for me to get over this, physically and mentally and I don’t think you ever can 100% but I think I’ve done pretty well.
The moral of this story, be careful, put some time into knowing someone before meeting, let someone you are close to know where you are going, maybe touch in with them every couple hours so they know everything is ok and….. Not every story has a happy ending.