In your living room you sit thinking about your day, all the normal trials and hassles and also the satisfaction that you did your best. You give so much of yourself during your day that it is a comfort to just sit and enjoy the quiet hominess of your apartment. You sit on your soft couch letting your mind drift and wander, off in a pleasant "I don't give a fuck" kind of feeling. Your body is relaxing and you pull your legs up onto the couch to stretch out and allow yourself a nap. You gently close your beautiful eyes and slowly you drift, all worries floating away from you.
Just on the edge of sleep, you notice an odd noise of jingling in the bedroom, it seems far away in your sleepy, languid mind. Once again you detect the strange sound, metallically jingling in your bedroom. Now you rapidly come out of your hazy world, standing alert and ready. The noise this time did not stop, it rattles now like an angry rattlesnake only with a more metallic attitude. You heart, now pounding, is pumping adrenaline and fear rushes through your body. You stand for a second debating whether to run or go see if it was just the damn cat. The noise fades away, tinkling into the distance and now you're sure it's just the cat. Cautiously, you gently walk towards your bedroom still very on edge, you sense deep down as you pass though the threshold into your bedroom that it's not the cat. Your room is dark and much colder than the rest of your place; you reach for the light switch on the wall, flicking it quickly. Nothing happens, only a frightening, lonely darkness. You feel a draft from the window, the curtains blowing in the cool night breeze. Cold and annoyed, you walk across to the window, closing and locking it firmly, your body shivers from the cool air and perhaps something else. You feel something watching you. As you turn back a strange glitter catches your eyes and you sense more than see a dark figure pull a shining steel chain similar to a man's heavy linked bracelet around your soft, vulnerable throat. It happened so fast you didn't have time to take a breath. The chain bit into your flesh just enough to let you know that any second could be your last and you are pulled forcefully back against the hard chest of a dark, anonymous stranger.
A low lethally, vicious voice whispers hotly in your ear from behind you. "I was wondering when you would come in here." You feel the chain cut in a little harder, constricting your breath even more, his harsh low voice heats your neck with, "What the fuck am I going to with you, I hadn't planned it this way but now you've forced me to deal with you." He grabs you roughly by the hair at the nap of your neck and drags you with the chain over to the bed. Panting for breath, you realize that the sharpness of the cold, stainless-steel chain could cut you badly if he wanted.
His cold, quiet words bite into you again, "I came here for the jewels, not your hot little ass."
You whisper hoarsely, "Don't hurt me, please... I wont tell anybody you were here."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, did I say you could open your fuckin' mouth?" He shoves you down onto the bed, always staying behind you, always on the edge of sight in the shadows. He relaxes the chain slightly and as you try to catch your breath he again speaks with that hard cold voice, "Listen very carefully girl, you have one chance at survival here, and that is to do anything, and I fucking mean ANYTHING I say, DO YOU HERE ME?!"
You nod your head afraid to say anything.
"Good girl," he says, his voice a little softer commands, "Stand with you back to me now, if you try to look at me your dead."
You comply immediately and stand as he lets the long, shiny chain play out in his fingers, always keeping a little pressure on it and your delicate throat. He moves close behind you and says, "Your going to be sweet for me, aren't you?.. ANSWER ME!"
"Yes, I'll be sweet, I'll do anything you want," you breathlessly respond, "please, please don't hurt me.. I'll be good."
His iron hard hand swoops out of the darkness and claps stingingly over your tender mouth. You shudder involuntarily, feeling something deep within you, something strange, making you realize you are now much more aroused than scared. With every word from this hard man's lips, you feel small lightening bolts of pleasure tear through your body. They make you yearn for more, aching for his words and his potentially lethal touch. You are so wet you feel the heat and dampness of if on your thighs, as he harshly pulls you back by your face, to slam into his hard chest, your soft ass crushing into his hardness.
His voice, now a little softer, breaths into your ear from behind, "I bet all the guys drool over you don't they little princess? You're so sweet; I think I'm definitely going to like this." With this he drops your shiny leash and swiftly rips the long t-shirt you were wearing as pajamas, down from your throat and peals what is left off it off your supple body. This completely takes your breath away and you lean into him without understanding why. You are now left standing only in your tiny panties, quivering with excitement and fear. He shoves you hard, face down on the bed onto your belly, pinning your hands above your head. He straddles your legs so your soft round bottom is pushed up near his crotch. A soft, wanting whimper escapes your lips as his powerful fist rakes into your hair and holds your head firmly.
He leans forward and whispers fiercely, "I'm going to take every part of your body, do you got a problem with that, DO YOU!?"
"No, please, please take me, I want if so bad, just don't kill me, please, I'll do whatever you want, I'll be a good girl," you say with desperate anticipation. His large, callused hand slides slowly and hotly down your back until his fingers grasp the waist band of your cute little panties. With a vicious tug, he tears them from you exposing your beautiful soft ass, your silky, alabaster skin, glowing in the weak light from the hallway. You groan and grab the bed hard, entwining the sheets within your fingers. You can't understand why, but this stranger has you panting and pulsing inside, lust completely overruling everything else. He gently runs a hard finger into the silken cleft of your bottom, letting it slowly probe down deeper between the cheeks. As he gets near your tight little asshole he notices that you are completely soaked from front to back, your sweet pussy literally gushing with excitement.
"You really like this shit don't you, you wet little slut, did I give you permission to enjoy this? DID I?"
You squirm involuntarily and respond in a sweet whisper as a tear glistens at the corner of your eye, "I'm so sorry... I can't help it... you make me so hot inside, I need...need you to..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don't give a fuck what you need, the only reason you're still alive is to service me, DO YOU UNDERSTAND BITCH!?"
"Y..Yesss, yes, oh God yes... I'm so sorry Master.
In stark contrast to his harshness, he gently caresses your spine with two fingers, as he slowly slides down your thighs toward your knees. His stubbled face hovers just above your creamy flesh, as he looks longingly at your tender, exposed ass. You hear him reaching for something on your nightstand, and then hear a click of a lighter. Fear and crushing desire surge through you, as you anticipate what he may do to you. He had found a candle on your nightstand and now had it lit and proceeded to drip the hot, fiery wax across your lower back and sweet tender bottom, leaving burning hot beads stuck to your soft ass flesh. This propelled you to a place you have never known, between his hard words, his knowing, yet potentially lethal touch, you feel you could explode at any second. He stands and continues to drip the hot, lust inspiring beads of wax up your sensitive spine; you shudder and moan, your entire nervous system crackling and on fire.
"Close your eyes and keep them closed girl, and no speaking," he demanded, "or I'll ram my cock up your tiny ass."
Your pussy floods and you can't help but whimper and gasp out, "God yessss, please, please take it Master... Please fuck my ass."
Your answered by a vicious smack on your white bottom, a brilliant red hand print glowing on your delicate flesh.
"Unnngghaaa!! Yessss..." is your breathless reply.
Now standing beside the bed up by your head he retorts hotly, "My, my, my, but aren't you the slutty little princess, I bet daddy doesn't know you want strange men to rape your tight little asshole. You want that don't you... DON'T YOU?!"
