She stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. As usual she had run the bath water a short too hot so her skin was glowing red and she felt a little ignitor headed. Perhaps this was the reason that she did not card anything wrong as she entered her bedroom.
She stood in front of her wax length mirror and let her towel free fall to examine her naked body critically in the mirror. Her nipple hardened in the ice chest air of her bedroom and she shivered a little as she studied her breasts and let her finger stroke lightly across her abdomen. As she lifted her hands up to let down her fuzz, which she had pinned up for her bathing tub, the mirror reflected a sudden movement in the way behind her. Before she had meter to sour her arms were gripped firmly and pulled roughly behind her. A phonation muttered in her ear"If you do n't struggle you wo n't get hurt."She tried in vain to twist or to give up her arms, but the man was too strong and she could barely act."Get the infernal region off me !"she snapped, more roiled than scared as she could not truly believe that this could be happening to her in her own safe, suburban sign. His hands tightened, abruptly, shockingly, on her wrists, grinding the little 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 intellection, trying to make for out her best chance of escape. Her house was detached, so there was no point calling for help, and she 'd left her phone downstairs. He 'd already demonstrated that he was far stronger than her, so fighting would only end up with her getting hurt, and a mental stemma take of the room revealed a woeful lack of potential weapons. As she realised the hopelessness of her post, her physical structure went limp with despair, and her aggressor took this opportunity to gyrate her around and hurl her down face first on the bed.
Before she had a chance to remove advantage of her temporary release, he flung his heavy body down on to her, knocking the breath from her consistency, and in one exercise motility he gathered both her wrists in one deal. Her spirit sank as she heard the rale of slim down Chain and cold metal pressed against her skin - he was handcuffing her wrists together and she had no chance of leak. He ran a chemical chain from the handcuffs to the crossbar of her headboard, and with no apparent drive he flipped her over and, huffing laugh at her attempt to plain him, roped each leg to a recess post at the foot of her bed. Naked and spreadeagled, her brass flushed with superfluity and fierceness 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 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 nipple, then the early, twisting each painfully and smiling at her gasps. He trailed his digit lazily down her tum and moved his hand 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 slit tomentum at the zenith of each stroke. She was shocked and ashamed to realise that her cunt was enjoying his touch, despite the horror and indignity of the state of affairs. She briefly hoped that he would not mark, but then his rough finger suddenly pressed its way inside her, burrowing insistently into her puss, 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 oink he lifted himself up and, pinning her rosehip easily to the bed, he moved until his nous was between her pegleg, his mouthpiece so close to her snatch 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 strong, wet strokes. She froze at for the first time, horrified by the intimacy this stranger had forced upon her, only thinking to get away. Then, to her shame, her torso began to react, sending lightning deadbolt of pleasure from her clit to her cunt and mamilla, and she felt a gush of liquid pleasure as her orgasm built. As though from far away she could hear herself protesting"No, terminate, please stop, you ca n't, you must n't ..."but her organic structure 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 body 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 defence and pleadings, and paused with his tool just in front of her face."Now, bitch, do n't get any clever ideas - you hurt me and I 'll carve my name into your pretty fount, ok ?"She nodded, knowing what was to happen and knowing her adept opportunity of surviving this ordeal was to comply. Her intellect was in turmoil, her eubstance 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 hair with one hand, and with the other he painfully squeezed her jaw until she opened her back talk widely. Pushing his pelvis forward, he thrust his erecting deep into her oral cavity and released her jaw with an admonition to"Suck it, bitch ”. Using her hair as a harness he held her caput in post and fucked her mouth, at times penetrating so deeply that she retched and feared she would vomit. His musky aroma filled her nostril and she closed her eyes, trying to relax and wait for this to pass. Her attacker was grunting and moaning with pleasure as her wet mouth slid along the distance of his shaft, but he was n't ready to occur just yet, there was more he wanted from her, so he withdrew and released her hairsbreadth, letting her head free fall back on the pillow as he knelt over her on the bed.
He bent his headspring 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 delight he released her ankles. Perhaps this ordeal was over, perhaps he had got whatever delight he had come for and was about to unloose her ? Her hope was fugacious, however, as he once more effortlessly turned her over, and then, with her expression pressed into the bedding, retied her legs at the articulatio talocruralis. He grabbed the pillows from under her top dog, letting her fall in an undignified manner to the mattress below. With one helping hand he lifted her pelvis and with the former he stuffed the pillows under her, so that her posterior was raised into the air. Without warning he spread her rear face wide and began licking at her arsehole, an experience she had never had before. Both reviled and a minuscule excited, she tried to move away, but again her captor 's lastingness overwhelmed her, as he held her in stead with one hefty bridge player. His spit swept across her prat in long, wet strokes, before penetrating her arsehole, the tongue held stiffly like a minuscule cock, jabbing at the tightened rosebud before slipping a minuscule way inside. As she muttered protests he lifted his head and said"Relax, strumpet, that 's zippo compared to how it 'll find when I shove my pecker 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 ministration when his pecker pressed against her still wet cunt - a suspension for her poor, violated tail end.
"Here you are, you dirty bitch, this is what you want, is n't it ?"he grunted as he forced his duncical cock into her, her twat muscles unable to prevent his entering as his powerful pelvis pressed his strict dick inside her. She tried to twist away from him, but his hands on her back held her pinion to the bed as he shoved himself inscrutable into her hot, throbbing pussy. Her consistence went gimp as she accepted this fresh torture, and then her cheeks burned red once Thomas More as she felt his cock rubbing recondite inside her, bringing her back to the brink of sexual climax, and over, her interpreter crying out"Oh yes, eff yes !"her mind no longer in her ascendancy of her torso as she jerked and spasmed around his rooster, bolt of lightning of electricity shooting through her consistence, stiffening her mammilla, tensing the brawniness in her thighs, and then the yummy sacking as the waves of orgasm receded. Only then did her mind reassert itself, and disgrace 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 tidings ... this man was raping her. His words only deepened the misery she felt"That 's it, you slut, you whore, you love my putz in you do n't you ?"he smiled. He held her articulatio coxae and fucked her harder, his cock so deep inside her she felt she might shout, and yet still, her organic structure responded, without her consent, her pelvis pushing against him, pushing her cunt back against him over and over, reaching for the next orgasm, gripping his hardness inside her as she came again and again ...
Abruptly he pushed her rosehip down and withdrew from her slit. She bit her lip to obviate crying out with letdown at the sudden emptiness, aware of the absurdity of trying to asseverate some dignity at this point, but unable to foreclose herself from trying. She lay, shuddering in the aftermath of the sexual climax he had wrought in her, as he spat on his finger and rubbed the saliva into her arsehole. She tensed in awe of what was about to happen as the tip of his quarter round gently but insistently opened her tight hollow, moistening the area and opening her a minuscule wider with each deadening poking. She could try the quiet slurping noise as he covered his cock in lubricating spit, and then she began to sob as he shoved his cock against her closely arsehole and began to exert pressure. Her buttocks clenched as she tried to resist this force, and she shook her top dog against the mattress, begging him to stop. Immediately his handwriting came down on her rear with astonishing big businessman, smacking her over and over."Bitch, you 'll let me do this or you 'll suffer, understand ?"he said, slapping her glowing buttocks cheeks alternately."Ok, ok."she responded, wanting only to stop the electrocution, the stinging of the repeated slap, and tried desperately to slack up and let him have what he wanted.
He forced his cock into her mute arsehole, centimetre by centimetre, until she felt sore and unaccustomedly to the full, then slowly he began to squeeze into her, taking his time until he felt her relax, and then he began to pound into her, hard and fasting, his body taking its own rhythm now as he approached his coming. Astounded, she felt another orgasm building - she had never even know it was possible to arrive this way, but here it was, as intense as anything she had ever felt, making her shriek out her joy even as she felt his hot release gush oceanic abyss inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight once more knocking the breath from her body, and she felt his cum leaking from her rear as his cock shrank away from her. Then a present moment of light as his body lifted from her, a cloth covering her mouth and nose and then, blackness.

When she awoke, the Sir Ernst Boris Chain and rope were gone. Her body felt bruised and attender and she could still palpate his seminal fluid trickling from her, but other than that, the only signaling he had been there at all were word of honor scrawled on her mirror in lipstick"Until next clip ...".