She stepped out of the Bath and wrapped a towel around herself. As common she had run the tub weewee a niggling too hot so her hide was glowing red and she felt a little luminance headed. Perhaps this was the reason that she did not notice anything haywire as she entered her bedroom.
She stood in nominal head of her full length mirror and let her towel drop to test her naked body critically in the mirror. Her nipples hardened in the cooler air of her bedchamber and she shivered a niggling as she studied her breast and let her fingerbreadth stroke lightly across her abdomen. As she lifted her hands up to let down her hair's-breadth, which she had pinned up for her bathroom, the mirror reflected a sudden movement in the room behind her. Before she had time to move around her weapon system 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 loose her weapon, but the man was too secure and she could barely move."Get the hell off me !"she snapped, more pissed 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 wrist joint, grinding the small osseous tissue 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 thinking, trying to work out her in effect chance of flight. Her family was detached, so there was no point calling for help, and she 'd leave behind her earphone downstairs. He 'd already establish that he was far potent than her, so fighting would only end up with her getting hurt, and a mental inventory yield of the room revealed a woeful want of potential weapon system. As she realised the hopelessness of her situation, her dead body went limp with despair, and her assailant took this chance to gyrate her around and throw her downcast facial expression first on the bed.
Before she had a opportunity to take advantage of her temporary button, he flung his ponderous body down on to her, knocking the breath from her body, and in one drill motion he gathered both her wrists in one hand. Her spirit sank as she heard the rattling of thin chain and cold metal pressed against her skin - he was handcuffing her carpus together and she had no chance of escape. He ran a Chain from the handcuff to the crossbar of her headboard, and with no ostensible try he flipped her over and, huffing laugh at her attempt to kick him, roped each leg to a corner post at the foot of her bed. Naked and spreadeagled, her face flushed with embarrassment and fury as he stood up and swiftly removed his own clothes. Her eyes were drawn to his midst putz, already tumescent, and she looked away quickly as he followed her gaze.
"Oh do n't concern, 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 nipple, then the other, twisting each painfully and smiling at her pant. He trailed his fingerbreadth lazily down her stomach and moved his hand up and down the inside of each thigh."You can resist 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 pilus at the zenith of each stroke. She was shocked and ashamed to actualise that her cunt was enjoying his touch, despite the horror and indignity of the situation. She briefly hoped that he would not point out, but then his rough finger 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 Hades off me."she screamed, humiliation firing her choler as she bucked and writhed, trying to get away from him. With a oink he lifted himself up and, pinning her pelvic arch easily to the bed, he moved until his head was between her branch, his mouth so close to her slit that she could sense his hot breath on her. Abruptly he plunged his tongue into her cunt, tasting her, and then he moved up and started lashing her clitoris with potent, wet apoplexy. She froze at first, horrified by the intimacy this unknown had forced upon her, only thinking to get away. Then, to her pity, her body began to respond, sending lightning bolts of joy from her clitoris to her snatch and teat, and she felt a gush of liquified delight as her coming built. As though from far away she could get word herself protesting"No, block, delight quit, 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 physical structure shuddering and quaking, when he stopped and lifted his pass."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 denial and pleadings, and paused with his shaft just in front of her face."Now, beef, do n't get any clever ideas - you suffer me and I 'll chip at my name into your moderately face, ok ?"She nodded, knowing what was to materialize and knowing her best prospect of surviving this ordeal was to comply. Her judgement was in agitation, her body still fizzing from the cunnilingus, her repugnance at the act she knew she was to do in engagement with her physical excitement.
He grabbed her haircloth with one hand, and with the other he painfully squeezed her jaw until she opened her mouth widely. Pushing his renal pelvis forward, he thrust his erecting deep into her mouth and released her jaw with an warning to"sucking it, bitch ”. Using her whisker as a harness he held her head in spot and fucked her mouth, at times penetrating so deeply that she retched and feared she would be sick. His musky scent filled her nostrils and she closed her heart, trying to relax and wait for this to passport. Her attacker was grunting and moaning with delight as her wet back talk slid along the distance of his shaft, but he was n't set to number 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 licked and sucked at her nipple, almost as though he was offering her some recompense for the indignity she had suffered, and then to her delectation he released her articulatio talocruralis. Perhaps this trial by ordeal was over, perhaps he had got whatever pleasance he had come for and was about to release her ? Her Bob Hope was ephemeral, however, as he once more effortlessly turned her over, and then, with her face pressed into the bedding material, retied her legs at the ankles. He grabbed the pillows from under her psyche, letting her free fall in an undignified manner to the mattress below. With one handwriting he lifted her pelvis and with the other he stuffed the pillows under her, so that her backside was raised into the air. Without warning he spread her arsehole face blanket and began licking at her arse, an experience she had never had before. Both reviled and a little worked up, she tried to impress away, but again her captor 's 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 arse, the tongue held stiffly like a little cock, jabbing at the tightened rosebud before slipping a lilliputian way inside. As she muttered objection he lifted his head and said"Relax, jade, that 's nada compared to how it 'll sense when I shove my cock in there."She squealed with repugnance - she 'd never allowed a fan to do that to her - but the man merely laughed and moved his consistency between her legs again. It was almost a relief when his cock pressed against her still wet cunt - a respite for her poor, violated arse.
"Here you are, you dirty crab, this is what you want, is n't it ?"he grunted as he forced his thick cock into her, her twat musculus ineffectual to prevent his entrance as his powerful hips pressed his fixed tool inside her. She tried to wrench away from him, but his handwriting on her back held her pinion to the bed as he shoved himself deep into her hot, throbbing pussy. Her organic structure went wilted as she accepted this fresh torment, and then her cheeks burned red once More as she felt his cock rubbing deep inside her, bringing her vertebral column to the threshold of coming, and over, her voice crying out"Oh yes, be intimate yes !"her mind no longer in her control of her body as she jerked and spasmed around his cock, bolt of electrical energy shooting through her physical structure, stiffening her nipples, tensing the brawniness in her thigh, and then the pleasant-tasting release as the wafture of orgasm receded. Only then did her mind reassert itself, and shame and horror flooded through her - how could that have happened when this man was a alien, this man was ... she forced herself to conceive the word ... this man was raping her. His words only deepened the misery she felt"That 's it, you slut, you whore, you love my cock in you do n't you ?"he smiled. He held her hips and fucked her harder, his cock so recondite inside her she felt she might cry, 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 side by side coming, gripping his hardness inside her as she came again and again ...
Abruptly he pushed her rose hip down and withdrew from her pussy. She bit her lip to avoid crying out with disappointment at the sudden void, aware of the absurdity of trying to maintain some dignity at this point, but unable to forbid herself from trying. She lay, shuddering in the aftermath of the climax he had wrought in her, as he spat on his finger's breadth and rubbed the spit into her arsehole. She tensed in fear of what was about to come about as the tip of his ovolo gently but insistently opened her tight hole, moistening the field and opening her a little wider with each slow poke. She could hear the quiet slurping dissonance as he covered his cock in lubricating spittle, and then she began to sob as he shoved his cock against her cockeyed arsehole and began to maintain pressure. Her arse clenched as she tried to baulk this force, and she shook her head against the mattress, begging him to bar. Immediately his hand came down on her stern with astonishing power, smacking her over and over."Bitch, you 'll let me do this or you 'll suffer, understand ?"he said, slapping her glowing stern boldness alternately."Ok, ok."she responded, wanting only to give up the burning, the stinging of the repeated slaps, and tried desperately to relax and let him take in what he wanted.
He forced his cock into her soften arsehole, centimetre by centimetre, until she felt sore and unaccustomedly wide-cut, then slowly he began to thrust into her, taking his sentence until he felt her relax, and then he began to pound into her, hard and fast, his soundbox taking its own calendar method of birth control now as he approached his sexual climax. Astounded, she felt another sexual climax building - she had never even know it was possible to come this way, but here it was, as acute as anything she had ever felt, making her scream out her pleasure even as she felt his hot departure gush rich inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight once more knocking the breather from her body, and she felt his cum leaking from her arse as his cock shrank away from her. Then a minute of lightness as his physical structure lifted from her, a fabric covering her lip and nose and then, blackness.

When she awoke, the Sir Ernst Boris Chain and ropes were gone. Her consistence felt bruised and cutter and she could still feel his semen trickling from her, but other than that, the solitary sign he had been there at all were Son scrawled on her mirror in lipstick"Until next time ...".