She stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around herself. As usual she had run the Bath water a petty too hot so her skin was glowing red and she felt a trivial light headed. Perhaps this was the ground that she did not find anything amiss as she entered her bedroom.
She stood in front line of her replete length mirror and let her towel dip to canvass her naked organic structure critically in the mirror. Her mammilla hardened in the tank air of her bedchamber and she shivered a little as she studied her breast and let her fingerbreadth stroke lightly across her stomach. As she lifted her hands up to let down her haircloth, which she had pinned up for her bath, the mirror reflected a sudden cause in the room behind her. Before she had time to bend her arms were gripped firmly and pulled roughly behind her. A voice muttered in her ear"If you do n't shinny you wo n't get hurt."She tried in vain to turn or to give up her arms, but the man was too firm and she could barely move."Get the hellhole off me !"she snapped, more annoyed than scared as she could not truly believe that this could be happening to her in her own safe, suburban star sign. His hands tightened, abruptly, shockingly, on her radiocarpal joint, grinding the minuscule bones together painfully and making her cry out."Listen, you fucking bitch, 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 mentation, trying to make out her best chance of escape. Her firm was detached, so there was no degree calling for help, and she 'd result her telephone downstairs. He 'd already present that he was far stronger than her, so fighting would only end up with her getting hurt, and a mental neckcloth yield of the room revealed a deplorable lack of possible weapons. As she realised the hopelessness of her situation, her physical structure went limp with despair, and her assailant took this opportunity to whirl her around and bedevil her down face first on the bed.
Before she had a chance to use up reward of her temporary worker sacking, he flung his enceinte soundbox down on to her, knocking the breathing spell from her torso, and in one practised move he gathered both her wrist in one hired man. Her pump sank as she heard the rattle of slender chains and frigid metallic element pressed against her skin - he was handcuffing her wrists together and she had no chance of escape. He ran a chain from the handlock to the crossbar of her headboard, and with no apparent endeavor he flipped her over and, huffing laughter at her attempts to kick him, roped each leg to a corner stake at the substructure of her bed. Naked and spreadeagled, her face flushed with superfluity and Erinyes as he stood up and swiftly removed his own apparel. Her eyes were drawn to his thick cock, already tumescent, and she looked away quickly as he followed her gaze.
"Oh do n't vex, bitch, you 'll get your fill of that tonight."he said, laying down beside her on the bed. He reached out and pinched first one teat, then the other, twisting each painfully and smiling at her gasps. He trailed his fingers lazily down her stomach and moved his helping hand up and down the inside of each thigh."You can dissent 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 hairsbreadth at the zenith of each slash. She was shocked and ashamed to realise that her cunt was enjoying his touching, despite the repulsion and indignity of the situation. She briefly hoped that he would not notice, but then his rough fingerbreadth suddenly pressed its way inside her, burrowing insistently into her cunt, and he chuckled to himself"Getting a petty 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 hip joint easily to the bed, he moved until his head was between her wooden leg, his mouth so close to her pussy that she could feel his hot breather 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 virgule. She froze at first, horrified by the familiarity this stranger had forced upon her, only thinking to get away. Then, to her shame, her body began to answer, sending lightning dash of pleasure from her button to her cunt and mamilla, and she felt a outpouring of liquid pleasance as her sexual climax built. As though from far away she could get a line herself protesting"No, arrest, delight stop, 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 brink of coming, her consistency shuddering and quaking, when he stopped and lifted his headspring."See, you whore, you want it. Do n't try to say me you do n't. But I 'm not letting you arrive just yet."
He moved up the bed again, ignoring her denials and pleadings, and paused with his cock just in forepart of her facial expression."Now, bitch, do n't get any clever idea - you hurt me and I 'll cut up my name into your fairly typeface, ok ?"She nodded, knowing what was to pass and knowing her best hazard of surviving this ordeal was to follow. Her mind was in turmoil, her body still fizzing from the cunnilinctus, her revulsion at the act she knew she was to do in conflict with her forcible excitement.
He grabbed her hair with one manus, and with the early he painfully squeezed her jaw until she opened her mouthpiece wide. Pushing his hip forward, he thrust his erection deep into her back talk and released her jaw with an monition to"suction it, bitch ”. Using her hair's-breadth as a harness he held her headland in place and fucked her rima oris, at times penetrating so deeply that she retched and feared she would vomit. His musky aroma filled her anterior naris and she closed her eyes, trying to relax and wait for this to pass. Her assailant was grunting and moaning with joy as her wet mouth slid along the length of his cock, but he was n't make to come just yet, there was more he wanted from her, so he withdrew and released her hair, letting her head fall back on the pillow as he knelt over her on the bed.
He bent his head and work and sucked at her nipples, almost as though he was offering her some recompense for the indignity she had suffered, and then to her delight he released her mortise joint. Perhaps this ordeal was over, perhaps he had got whatever pleasure he had come for and was about to release her ? Her Leslie Townes Hope was transitory, however, as he once more effortlessly turned her over, and then, with her face pressed into the litter, retied her legs at the ankle. He grabbed the pillows from under her head, letting her fall in an undignified personal 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 tooshie was raised into the air. Without warning he spread her hind end cheek wide of the mark and began licking at her arsehole, an experience she had never had before. Both reviled and a little mad, she tried to affect away, but again her captor 's force overwhelmed her, as he held her in place with one powerful mitt. His tongue swept across her posterior in long, wet stroke, before penetrating her arsehole, the tongue held stiffly like a little pecker, jabbing at the fasten rosebud before slipping a little way inside. As she muttered protest he lifted his head and said"Relax, slovenly woman, that 's zippo compared to how it 'll feel when I shove my cock in there."She squealed with horror - she 'd never allowed a lover to do that to her - but the man merely laughed and moved his body between her legs again. It was almost a relief when his dick pressed against her still wet cunt - a respite for her pitiful, violated tail end.
"Here you are, you dirty backbite, this is what you want, is n't it ?"he grunted as he forced his thick cock into her, her puss muscleman ineffectual to keep his Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres as his mightily hips pressed his rigid pecker inside her. She tried to twist away from him, but his hands on her back held her pinioned to the bed as he shoved himself thick into her hot, throbbing pussy. Her body went wilted as she accepted this fresh agony, and then her face burned red once Sir Thomas More as she felt his stopcock rubbing deep inside her, bringing her dorsum to the brink of sexual climax, and over, her representative crying out"Oh yes, fuck yes !"her mind no longer in her command of her body as she jerked and spasmed around his cock, bolts of electrical energy shooting through her body, stiffening her nipples, tensing the muscle in her second joint, and then the delicious release as the Wave of orgasm receded. Only then did her judgement reassert itself, and shame and horror flooded through her - how could that have happened when this man was a stranger, this man was ... she forced herself to think the parole ... this man was raping her. His words only deepened the misery she felt"That 's it, you slut, you whore, you love my peter in you do n't you ?"he smiled. He held her hips and fucked her harder, his cock so mysterious inside her she felt she might holler, 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 hardness inside her as she came again and again ...
Abruptly he pushed her hips down and withdrew from her pussy. She bit her lip to avoid crying out with letdown at the sudden emptiness, aware of the ridiculousness of trying to maintain some dignity at this point, but unable to forestall herself from trying. She lay, shuddering in the aftermath of the sexual climax he had wrought in her, as he spat on his fingerbreadth and rubbed the spit into her bunghole. She tensed in fear of what was about to happen as the tip of his thumb gently but insistently opened her miserly hole, moistening the area and opening her a short wider with each slowly drive. She could take heed the tranquil slurping disturbance as he covered his hammer in lubricating saliva, and then she began to sob as he shoved his cock against her tight arsehole and began to exert pressure. Her buttocks clenched as she tried to resist this military unit, and she shook her headland against the mattress, begging him to barricade. Immediately his hand came down on her posterior with astonishing magnate, smacking her over and over."Bitch, you 'll let me do this or you 'll suffer, understand ?"he said, slapping her glowing nates boldness alternately."Ok, ok."she responded, wanting only to block the burning, the stinging of the perennial slap, and tried desperately to relax and let him have what he wanted.
He forced his cock into her damp arsehole, centimetre by centimetre, until she felt sore and unaccustomedly wax, then slowly he began to thrust into her, taking his meter until he felt her relax, and then he began to pound into her, hard and immobile, his soundbox taking its own rhythm now as he approached his orgasm. Astounded, she felt another sexual climax building - she had never even know it was possible to come in this way, but here it was, as intense as anything she had ever felt, making her scream out her pleasance even as she felt his hot release blowup deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his weightiness once more knocking the breath from her body, and she felt his cum leaking from her prat as his cock shrank away from her. Then a mo of light as his soundbox lifted from her, a cloth covering her sass and nose and then, blackness.

When she awoke, the Chain and roach were gone. Her body felt bruised and tender and she could still feel his semen trickling from her, but other than that, the simply star sign he had been there at all were Word scrawled on her mirror in lipstick"Until next sentence ...".