She stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. As common she had run the tub pee a little too hot so her tegument was glowing red and she felt a slight light headed. Perhaps this was the reason that she did not notice anything amiss as she entered her bedroom.
She stood in front of her full length mirror and let her towel drop to canvas her naked physical structure critically in the mirror. Her teat hardened in the cooler air of her bedroom and she shivered a little as she studied her boob and let her fingers stroke lightly across her stomach. As she lifted her hands up to let down her hair, which she had pinned up for her bath, the mirror reflected a sudden movement in the elbow room behind her. Before she had time to turn her arms were gripped firmly and pulled roughly behind her. A voice muttered in her ear"If you do n't struggle you wo n't get hurt."She tried in vain to turn or to free her arms, but the man was too strong and she could barely travel."Get the hell off me !"she snapped, more rile than scared as she could not truly believe that this could be happening to her in her own safe, suburban house. His hands tightened, abruptly, shockingly, on her wrists, grinding the minor bones together painfully and making her cry out."Listen, you fucking holler, this is n't a game, now do as I say or it 'll hurt a lot more."the man growled. She stopped fighting and started thought process, trying to work out her estimable chance of escapism. Her mansion was detached, so there was no degree calling for avail, and she 'd left her telephone set downstairs. He 'd already present that he was far firm than her, so fighting would only end up with her getting injury, and a mental neckcloth take of the room revealed a woeful deficiency of electric potential weapons. As she realised the hopelessness of her situation, her soundbox went limp with desperation, and her attacker took this opportunity to gyrate her around and throw her refine human face first on the bed.
Before she had a fortune to take advantage of her temporary release, he flung his ponderous body down on to her, knocking the breath from her body, and in one exercise move he gathered both her radiocarpal joint in one manus. Her heart sank as she heard the rattle of thinly range of mountains and coldness metal pressed against her hide - he was handcuffing her wrists together and she had no fortune of escape. He ran a strand from the cuff to the crossbar of her headboard, and with no evident feat he flipped her over and, huffing laughter at her attempts to quetch him, roped each leg to a corner post at the foot of her bed. Naked and spreadeagled, her face flushed with embarrassment and madness as he stood up and swiftly removed his own clothes. Her optic were drawn to his thick prick, already tumescent, and she looked away quickly as he followed her gaze.
"Oh do n't worry, bitch, you 'll get your filling of that tonight."he said, laying down beside her on the bed. He reached out and pinched first one mamilla, then the other, twisting each painfully and smiling at her gasps. He trailed his fingers lazily down her stomach and moved his bridge player up and down the inside of each thigh."You can protest all you want, you slut, but I know you want it."he whispered as his fingertips moved higher with each caress, now brushing her pussy hair's-breadth at the zenith of each stroking. She was shocked and ashamed to see that her snatch was enjoying his speck, despite the horror and indignity of the situation. She briefly hoped that he would not detect, but then his rough finger's breadth suddenly pressed its way inside her, burrowing insistently into her cunt, and he chuckled to himself"Getting a little moist there, are n't we ? You know you want it, you dirty whore."
"No, fuck off, you bastard, get the hell off me."she screamed, humiliation firing her anger as she bucked and writhed, trying to get away from him. With a grunt he lifted himself up and, pinning her hips easily to the bed, he moved until his head was between her legs, his oral fissure so close to her pussy that she could find his hot breath on her. Abruptly he plunged his tongue into her cunt, tasting her, and then he moved up and started lashing her clit with strong, wet CVA. She froze at first, horrified by the familiarity this stranger had forced upon her, only thinking to get away. Then, to her shame, her soundbox began to reply, sending lightning bolt of lightning of pleasance from her clitoris to her cunt and nipples, and she felt a flush of liquid pleasure as her orgasm built. As though from far away she could hear herself protesting"No, stop, please barricade, you ca n't, you must n't ..."but her body did n't seem to care that she did n't know this man, that he was here for his own pleasure and who knew what plans he had for her. She was on the verge of coming, her soundbox shuddering and quaking, when he stopped and lifted his head."See, you whore, you want it. Do n't try to tell me you do n't. But I 'm not letting you come just yet."
He moved up the bed again, ignoring her denials and pleadings, and paused with his shaft just in front of her facial expression."Now, bitch, do n't get any clever approximation - you bruise me and I 'll carve my name into your pretty face, ok ?"She nodded, knowing what was to happen and knowing her best fortune of surviving this ordeal was to abide by. Her mind was in turmoil, her body still fizzing from the cunnilingus, her revulsion at the act she knew she was to perform in conflict with her physical excitement.
He grabbed her whisker with one manus, and with the former he painfully squeezed her jaw until she opened her mouth wide. Pushing his pelvis forward, he thrust his hard-on deep into her mouth and released her jaw with an warning to"Suck it, holler ”. Using her fuzz as a harness he held her head in place and fucked her mouth, at times penetrating so deeply that she retched and feared she would vomit. His musky scent filled her nostrils and she closed her eyes, trying to relax and wait for this to pass. Her aggressor was grunting and moaning with pleasure as her wet mouth slid along the distance of his cock, but he was n't gear up to come just yet, there was more he wanted from her, so he withdrew and released her hair, letting her chief decline back on the pillow as he knelt over her on the bed.
He bent his drumhead and figure out and sucked at her teat, almost as though he was offering her some compensation for the indignity she had suffered, and then to her delight he released her ankles. Perhaps this trial by ordeal was over, perhaps he had got whatever pleasure he had come for and was about to release her ? Her Bob Hope was short-lived, however, as he once more effortlessly turned her over, and then, with her expression pressed into the bedding, retied her legs at the ankles. He grabbed the pillows from under her head, letting her Fall in an undignified manner to the mattress below. With one hand he lifted her pelvis and with the other he stuffed the pillows under her, so that her posterior was raised into the air. Without warning he spread her derriere buttock spacious and began licking at her arse, an experience she had never had before. Both reviled and a short wind up, she tried to move away, but again her capturer 's military strength overwhelmed her, as he held her in place with one muscular hand. His lingua swept across her arse in long, wet strokes, before penetrating her arsehole, the tongue held stiffly like a fiddling peter, jabbing at the reduce rosebud before slipping a little way inside. As she muttered protests he lifted his caput and said"Relax, slut, that 's zero compared to how it 'll experience when I shove my cock in there."She squealed with horror - she 'd never allowed a buff to do that to her - but the man merely laughed and moved his soundbox between her ramification again. It was almost a relief when his stopcock pressed against her still wet cunt - a respite for her misfortunate, dishonor hindquarters.
"Here you are, you dirty beef, this is what you want, is n't it ?"he grunted as he forced his thick cock into her, her pussy muscular tissue unable to prevent his entrance as his sinewy rose hip pressed his set pecker inside her. She tried to twist away from him, but his workforce on her back held her pinioned to the bed as he shoved himself deep into her hot, throbbing pussy. Her body went gimp as she accepted this freshly torment, and then her buttock burned red once Thomas More as she felt his cock rubbing abstruse inside her, bringing her back to the brink of climax, and over, her vocalism crying out"Oh yes, bonk yes !"her mind no longer in her control of her body as she jerked and spasmed around his cock, bolt of lightning of electricity shooting through her consistency, stiffening her mammilla, tensing the sinew in her thighs, and then the delicious waiver as the waves of orgasm receded. Only then did her judgment reassert itself, and shame and repugnance flooded through her - how could that have happened when this man was a unknown, this man was ... she forced herself to think the word ... this man was raping her. His give-and-take only deepened the wretchedness she felt"That 's it, you slut, you whore, you love my cock in you do n't you ?"he smiled. He held her rosehip and fucked her harder, his dick so deep inside her she felt she might scream, and yet still, her body responded, without her consent, her hips pushing against him, pushing her cunt back against him over and over, reaching for the next climax, gripping his harshness inside her as she came again and again ...
Abruptly he pushed her pelvic girdle down and withdrew from her cunt. She bit her lip to avoid crying out with disappointment at the sudden emptiness, aware of the ridiculousness of trying to maintain some lordliness at this point, but ineffective to keep herself from trying. She lay, shuddering in the aftermath of the sexual climax he had wrought in her, as he spat on his fingers and rubbed the tongue into her arsehole. She tensed in fear of what was about to occur as the tip of his thumb gently but insistently opened her tight hole, moistening the expanse and opening her a little wider with each slow driving force. She could discover the restrained slurping randomness as he covered his cock in lubricating spit, and then she began to sob as he shoved his putz against her pissed arsehole and began to exert air pressure. Her buttocks clenched as she tried to resist this forcefulness, and she shook her head word against the mattress, begging him to end. Immediately his hand came down on her bottom with astonishing great power, smacking her over and over."Bitch, you 'll let me do this or you 'll suffer, understand ?"he said, slapping her glowing butt cheek alternately."Ok, ok."she responded, wanting only to stop the burning at the stake, the stinging of the repeated smack, and tried desperately to slack up and let him cause what he wanted.
He forced his cock into her dampened arsehole, centimetre by centimetre, until she felt sore and unaccustomedly full moon, then slowly he began to thrust into her, taking his time until he felt her relax, and then he began to Cypriot pound into her, hard and fast, his body taking its own rhythm method of birth control now as he approached his sexual climax. Astounded, she felt another climax building - she had never even know it was possible to add up this way, but here it was, as intense as anything she had ever felt, making her scream out her pleasure even as she felt his hot discharge gush deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight unit once more knocking the breath from her body, and she felt his cum leaking from her arse as his cock shrank away from her. Then a moment of lightness as his body lifted from her, a cloth covering her backtalk and nose and then, blackness.

When she awoke, the string and forget me drug were gone. Her dead body felt wound and tender and she could still feel his cum trickling from her, but former than that, the entirely preindication he had been there at all were Logos scrawled on her mirror in lipstick"Until adjacent clock time ...".