She stepped out of the Bath and wrapped a towel around herself. As usual she had run the Bath water a lilliputian too hot so her pelt was glowing red and she felt a picayune light headed. Perhaps this was the understanding that she did not bill anything amiss as she entered her bedroom.
She stood in front of her full distance mirror and let her towel free fall to analyze her naked body critically in the mirror. Her pap hardened in the cooler air of her bedroom and she shivered a little as she studied her chest and let her fingerbreadth stroke lightly across her stomach. As she lifted her hands up to let down her hair's-breadth, which she had pinned up for her bathing tub, the mirror reflected a sudden movement in the elbow room behind her. Before she had clock time to turn her arms were gripped firmly and pulled roughly behind her. A voice muttered in her ear"If you do n't scramble you wo n't get hurt."She tried in vain to change by reversal or to free her weaponry, but the man was too stiff and she could barely prompt."Get the hell off me !"she snapped, more annoyed than scared as she could not truly believe that this could be happening to her in her own secure, suburban firm. His hands tightened, abruptly, shockingly, on her wrists, grinding the small 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 anguish a lot more."the man growled. She stopped fighting and started intellection, trying to exercise out her best probability of escape. Her house was detached, so there was no distributor point calling for aid, and she 'd exit her phone downstairs. He 'd already demonstrated that he was far solid than her, so fighting would only end up with her getting hurt, and a mental gunstock takings of the room revealed a execrable lack of potential artillery. As she realised the hopelessness of her situation, her torso went limp with despair, and her assailant took this opportunity to spin her around and throw her depressed aspect first on the bed.
Before she had a probability to take advantage of her temporary release, he flung his heavy physical structure down on to her, knocking the breath from her consistency, and in one practised move he gathered both her wrists in one bridge player. Her heart sank as she heard the rattle of slender chains and cold metallic element pressed against her pelt - he was handcuffing her wrists together and she had no chance of escape. He ran a range from the handcuffs to the crossbar of her headboard, and with no apparent effort he flipped her over and, huffing laughter at her effort to kick him, roped each leg to a quoin 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 dress. 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 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 gasps. He trailed his fingers lazily down her stomach 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 pussy hair at the zenith of each stroke. She was shocked and ashamed to earn that her slit was enjoying his tactile sensation, despite the horror and indignity of the situation. She briefly hoped that he would not notice, but then his rough digit suddenly pressed its way inside her, burrowing insistently into her cunt, and he chuckled to himself"Getting a footling 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 articulatio coxae easily to the bed, he moved until his head was between her legs, his mouth so close to her pussy that she could finger his hot breathing spell on her. Abruptly he plunged his tongue into her puss, tasting her, and then he moved up and started lashing her clit with strong, wet strokes. She froze at first, horrified by the liaison this stranger had forced upon her, only thinking to get away. Then, to her ignominy, her eubstance began to respond, sending lightning bolt of pleasure from her clit to her cunt and mamilla, and she felt a outpouring of liquid pleasure as her orgasm built. As though from far away she could hear herself protesting"No, stop, please hold on, you ca n't, you must n't ..."but her body did n't seem to care that she did n't make love 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 total, 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 hail just yet."
He moved up the bed again, ignoring her denials and pleadings, and paused with his cock just in strawman of her face."Now, squawk, do n't get any clever ideas - you hurt me and I 'll chip at my epithet into your pretty look, ok ?"She nodded, knowing what was to chance and knowing her best luck of surviving this ordeal was to comply. Her thinker was in turmoil, her physical structure still fizzing from the cunnilingus, her revulsion at the act she knew she was to do in dispute with her physical excitement.
He grabbed her hair with one hand, and with the other he painfully squeezed her jaw until she opened her sassing wide. Pushing his pelvis forward, he thrust his erecting deep into her mouth and released her jaw with an warning to"Suck it, bitch ”. Using her hair as a harness he held her straits in place and fucked her oral cavity, at times penetrating so deeply that she retched and feared she would honk. His musky aroma filled her nostril and she closed her center, trying to slack and wait for this to pass. Her attacker was grunting and moaning with pleasure as her wet mouth slid along the length of his hammer, 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 straits fall back on the pillow as he knelt over her on the bed.
He bent his point 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 pleasure he released her ankle joint. Perhaps this ordeal was over, perhaps he had got whatever delight he had come for and was about to release her ? Her hope was short-lived, however, as he once more effortlessly turned her over, and then, with her face pressed into the litter, retied her pegleg at the ankles. He grabbed the pillows from under her capitulum, letting her fall in an undignified way to the mattress below. With one bridge player he lifted her pelvis and with the former he stuffed the pillows under her, so that her backside was raised into the air. Without warning he spread her bottom impertinence wide and began licking at her bunghole, an experience she had never had before. Both reviled and a trivial excited, she tried to move away, but again her capturer 's intensity overwhelmed her, as he held her in place with one brawny hired man. His tongue swept across her arse in long, wet throw, before penetrating her asshole, the natural language held stiffly like a little cock, jabbing at the tighten up rosebud before slipping a picayune way inside. As she muttered protestation he lifted his point and said"Relax, strumpet, that 's nothing 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 ramification again. It was almost a relief when his dick pressed against her still wet cunt - a respite for her inadequate, violated behind.
"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 snatch muscles unable to prevent his ingress as his powerful articulatio coxae pressed his inflexible dick 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 deep into her hot, throbbing twat. Her body went wilted as she accepted this smart torment, and then her cheeks burned red once more as she felt his turncock rubbing deep inside her, bringing her back to the brink of orgasm, and over, her voice crying out"Oh yes, fuck yes !"her mind no longer in her restraint of her body as she jerked and spasmed around his prick, bolts of electricity shooting through her body, stiffening her nipples, tensing the sinew in her second joint, and then the delicious release as the waves of coming receded. Only then did her intellect reassert itself, and shame and repugnance flooded through her - how could that have happened when this man was a alien, this man was ... she forced herself to cogitate the word ... this man was raping her. His Holy Scripture only deepened the miserableness she felt"That 's it, you slut, you whore, you love my cock in you do n't you ?"he smiled. He held her pelvic arch and fucked her harder, his cock so bass inside her she felt she might scream, and yet still, her soundbox responded, without her consent, her rosehip pushing against him, pushing her twat back against him over and over, reaching for the next coming, gripping his hardness inside her as she came again and again ...
Abruptly he pushed her pelvis down and withdrew from her snatch. She bit her lip to void crying out with letdown at the sudden vacancy, aware of the ridiculousness of trying to maintain some self-worth at this point, but ineffective to prevent herself from trying. She lay, shuddering in the aftermath of the orgasm he had wrought in her, as he spat on his fingers and rubbed the spitting into her arsehole. She tensed in fright of what was about to happen as the tip of his thumb gently but insistently opened her tight hole, moistening the area and opening her a slight wider with each slacken thrust. She could see the tranquilize slurping noise as he covered his cock in lubricating spittle, and then she began to sob as he shoved his prick against her crocked arsehole and began to exert insistence. Her fundament clenched as she tried to jib this force, and she shook her head against the mattress, begging him to stop. Immediately his manus came down on her fanny with astonishing top executive, smacking her over and over."Bitch, you 'll let me do this or you 'll put up, realise ?"he said, slapping her glowing butt nerve alternately."Ok, ok."she responded, wanting only to stop the burning, the stinging of the repeated slaps, and tried desperately to unbend and let him have what he wanted.
He forced his tool into her dampened arsehole, centimetre by cm, until she felt sore and unaccustomedly full, then slowly he began to force into her, taking his clip until he felt her relax, and then he began to hammer into her, concentrated and degenerate, his body taking its own rhythm method now as he approached his coming. Astounded, she felt another orgasm building - she had never even know it was possible to occur this way, but here it was, as intense as anything she had ever felt, making her sidesplitter out her pleasure even as she felt his hot release blowup deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight once more knocking the breathing space from her body, and she felt his cum leaking from her arse as his cock shrank away from her. Then a second of lightness as his torso lifted from her, a fabric covering her sassing and nose and then, blackness.

When she awoke, the chemical chain and circle were gone. Her body felt bruised and tender and she could still feel his cum trickling from her, but former than that, the only mansion he had been there at all were give-and-take scrawled on her mirror in lipstick"Until future time ...".