She stepped out of the Bath and wrapped a towel around herself. As common she had run the bathroom water system a little too hot so her skin was glowing red and she felt a little luminosity headed. Perhaps this was the grounds that she did not notice anything wrong as she entered her bedroom.
She stood in social movement of her fully length mirror and let her towel bead to prove her defenseless trunk critically in the mirror. Her nipples hardened in the tank air of her bedroom and she shivered a lilliputian as she studied her breasts and let her fingers stroke lightly across her tum. As she lifted her hands up to let down her hairsbreadth, which she had pinned up for her bath, the mirror reflected a sudden drive in the way behind her. Before she had meter to sprain her arms were gripped firmly and pulled roughly behind her. A vocalisation muttered in her ear"If you do n't fight you wo n't get hurt."She tried in vain to plow or to discharge her arms, but the man was too impregnable and she could barely move."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 rubber, suburban house. 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 biz, now do as I say or it 'll wound a lot more."the man growled. She stopped fighting and started cerebration, trying to work out her serious chance of escape. Her house was detached, so there was no point calling for service, and she 'd provide 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 blood take of the room revealed a woeful deficiency of potency weapons. As she realised the hopelessness of her state of affairs, her trunk went gimp with despair, and her assailant took this opportunity to birl her around and throw her down face first on the bed.
Before she had a chance to take advantage of her temporary expiration, he flung his enceinte body down on to her, knocking the breathing time from her body, and in one practised movement he gathered both her carpus in one hand. Her inwardness sank as she heard the rattle of thin chains and low temperature metal pressed against her skin - he was handcuffing her radiocarpal joint together and she had no chance of escapism. He ran a string from the handcuff to the crossbar of her headboard, and with no apparent effort he flipped her over and, huffing laughter at her attempts to kick him, roped each leg to a recess post at the foot of her bed. Naked and spreadeagled, her face flushed with superfluity and vehemence as he stood up and swiftly removed his own wearing 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, grouse, 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 digit 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 hair at the zenith of each stroke. She was shocked and ashamed to realise that her pussy was enjoying his touch, 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 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 angriness as she bucked and writhed, trying to get away from him. With a oink he lifted himself up and, pinning her hips easily to the bed, he moved until his mind was between her legs, his rima oris so close to her kitty 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 firm, wet throw. She froze at first, horrified by the intimacy this alien had forced upon her, only thinking to get away. Then, to her disgrace, her dead body began to respond, sending lightning bolts of pleasure from her clit to her cunt and mammilla, and she felt a gush of fluid delight as her climax built. As though from far away she could listen herself protesting"No, stop, please terminate, you ca n't, you must n't ..."but her consistence did n't seem to wish that she did n't know this man, that he was here for his own joy and who knew what plans he had for her. She was on the verge of orgasm, her eubstance shuddering and quaking, when he stopped and lifted his head."See, you whore, you want it. Do n't try to secernate me you do n't. But I 'm not letting you come just yet."
He moved up the bed again, ignoring her abnegation and pleadings, and paused with his pecker just in front of her expression."Now, bitch, do n't get any clever thought - you bruise me and I 'll cut up my epithet into your middling expression, ok ?"She nodded, knowing what was to bump and knowing her near hazard of surviving this ordeal was to abide by. Her mind was in turmoil, her torso still fizzing from the cunnilingus, her horror at the act she knew she was to perform in difference with her physical excitement.
He grabbed her whisker with one paw, and with the other he painfully squeezed her jaw until she opened her mouth broad. Pushing his pelvis forward, he thrust his erecting deep into her back talk and released her jaw with an admonition to"Suck it, bitch ”. Using her whisker as a harness he held her fountainhead in spot and fucked her backtalk, at times penetrating so deeply that she retched and feared she would vomit. His musky perfume filled her anterior naris and she closed her eyes, trying to relax and wait for this to pass. Her attacker was grunting and moaning with delight as her wet sass slid along the length of his cock, but he was n't ready to come just yet, there was more he wanted from her, so he withdrew and released her pilus, 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 nipples, almost as though he was offering her some compensation for the indignity she had suffered, and then to her joy 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 hope was passing, however, as he once more effortlessly turned her over, and then, with her typeface pressed into the bedding, retied her legs at the ankles. He grabbed the pillows from under her psyche, letting her crepuscule in an undignified personal manner to the mattress below. With one hired man he lifted her pelvic arch and with the former he stuffed the pillows under her, so that her backside was raised into the air. Without warning he spread her arse cheeks blanket and began licking at her arsehole, an experience she had never had before. Both reviled and a niggling mad, she tried to move away, but again her capturer 's lastingness overwhelmed her, as he held her in shoes with one powerful hand. His lingua swept across her arse in long, wet virgule, before penetrating her bunghole, the natural language held stiffly like a little dick, jabbing at the fasten rosebud before slipping a little way inside. As she muttered protests he lifted his head and said"Relax, slut, that 's naught compared to how it 'll feel when I shove my hammer 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 leg again. It was almost a relief when his prick pressed against her still wet snatch - a time out for her inadequate, outrage tail.
"Here you are, you dirty bitch, this is what you want, is n't it ?"he grunted as he forced his thick hammer into her, her snatch muscles unable to forbid his entry as his mightily pelvic arch pressed his rigid gumshoe inside her. She tried to wriggle away from him, but his hired man on her back held her pinioned to the bed as he shoved himself deep into her hot, throbbing pussy. Her body went limp as she accepted this refreshed badgering, and then her cheeks burned red once more as she felt his cock rubbing trench inside her, bringing her back to the brink of orgasm, and over, her interpreter crying out"Oh yes, fuck yes !"her mind no longer in her dominance of her dead body as she jerked and spasmed around his shaft, bolts of electrical energy shooting through her soundbox, stiffening her mammilla, tensing the brawn in her second joint, and then the delicious outlet as the waves of orgasm receded. Only then did her brain 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 call up the Christian Bible ... this man was raping her. His password only deepened the misery she felt"That 's it, you slut, you whore, you love my shaft in you do n't you ?"he smiled. He held her hips and fucked her harder, his cock so cryptical inside her she felt she might shout, and yet still, her soundbox responded, without her consent, her rosehip pushing against him, pushing her cunt back against him over and over, reaching for the next orgasm, gripping his callosity inside her as she came again and again ...
Abruptly he pushed her pelvis down and withdrew from her kitty. She bit her lip to invalidate crying out with disappointment at the sudden vacancy, aware of the absurdness of trying to maintain some dignity at this point, but unable to prevent herself from trying. She lay, shuddering in the aftermath of the orgasms he had wrought in her, as he spat on his finger's breadth and rubbed the spit into her asshole. She tensed in fear of what was about to occur as the tip of his thumb gently but insistently opened her miserly jam, moistening the area and opening her a little wider with each slow thrust. She could hear the quiet slurping noise as he covered his dick in lubricating saliva, and then she began to sob as he shoved his peter against her tight arsehole and began to exert pressure. Her prat clenched as she tried to refuse this force, and she shook her promontory against the mattress, begging him to bar. Immediately his hand came down on her arse with astonishing power, smacking her over and over."Bitch, you 'll let me do this or you 'll endure, understand ?"he said, slapping her glowing stern cheeks alternately."Ok, ok."she responded, wanting only to turn back the burning, the stinging of the reprize slaps, and tried desperately to unbend and let him have what he wanted.
He forced his peter into her moisten arsehole, centimetre by centimetre, until she felt sore and unaccustomedly full, then slowly he began to thrust into her, taking his time until he felt her relax, and then he began to Ezra Pound into her, concentrated and flying, his body taking its own rhythm now as he approached his climax. Astounded, she felt another orgasm building - she had never even know it was possible to come this way, but here it was, as intense as anything she had ever felt, making her shriek out her delight even as she felt his hot release gush deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight once more knocking the hint from her dead body, and she felt his cum leaking from her stern as his putz shrank away from her. Then a mo of high spirits as his body lifted from her, a cloth covering her mouth and nose and then, blackness.

When she awoke, the chains and ropes were gone. Her organic structure felt injure and tender and she could still palpate his come trickling from her, but other than that, the only sign he had been there at all were words scrawled on her mirror in lipstick"Until next time ...".