Pure Stroke – A home invasion stroke story
This is my second story. It is intended as a stroke story, and I hope you see it as such. I have used no editor, and no beta readers, so any errors are mine and mine alone. Because it is a stroke story don't look too hard for character development. You won't find it.
I say again, this is a stroke story.
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Let me know what you think of it. Give me your constructive feedback, so I can learn to write more proficiently.
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The doorbell ringing incessantly waked me. It is Saturday morning, and the night before, my husband of 12 years had taken a flight to Europe that would keep him there for four months negotiating a merger of the electronics company he owned with a German firm that had for years been his manufacturing partner.
I drug myself from the bed, donned a light robe to cover my panties and bra, slipped into my high-heeled mules, and trudged through the hall to the entrance. I looked through the peephole to see who was leaning on the doorbell, and saw a man in a brown uniform. He was a sizeable man, but appeared to be all muscle.
I shouted through the door, "Who is it?"
"Delivery for Mr. John Parker, ma'am."
"Just leave it on the stoop, and I'll bring it in later."
"I need a signature, ma'am. And it's a large parcel. I'll need to bring it in for you."
I opened the door, unlatched the storm door, and stepped aside to allow the man to bring the parcel inside. I was surprised at the size. It filled a handcart. The deliveryman easily pulled the cart inside and deposited the large parcel right in the middle of the living room. The chill from the wintry outside air prompted me to close the door before following the man into the living room.
"You can't leave it there, " I began.
"I can leave it anywhere I want, Susan." The man approached me and I tried to back away. He grabbed my arm and held me so that I couldn't retreat. "You're a lot prettier than your picture, Susan. I'm going to enjoy training you, I think."
"Wha..."
"Shut up, bitch, and listen." He slapped me hard across my face, back handed, then forehanded, over and over, until my eyes were burning with tears. "You're gonna be my personal little fucktoy. We start your training right now. Understand?"
I nodded fearfully as I watched him pull a switchblade knife from the sheath on his belt. He pressed a button on the side of the knife, and the blade sprang out with an audible 'click'. He put the tip of the blade against my neck, right at my carotid artery. My stomach rose into my throat, as he released his hold on my arm.
"Listen up. I'm only going to say this once. I know your husband is in Germany, and will not be back for four months. The phone line to this house has been disconnected. I will take your cell phone so you can't use it. The box I brought in contains a few of my personal belongings, because I will be staying here training you to be my personal slut. If you show ANY sign of reluctance to do what I say, I will cause you severe bodily harm, and ruin your pretty face, cut off your tits, and throw you out on the highway. You may address me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. Any questions? This is your only opportunity to question me."
"Who are you? Why are you doing this? You must know you can't get away with it."
"All you need to know about my name is that you are to address me as 'Sir', or 'Master'. I'm doing this because I want to, and I can. And I will get away with it because when I am finished with your training you will want me to own you forever, and will not protest anything I want to do to or with you. Now, lose the robe." He pressed the point of the blade against my neck to assure compliance.
Trembling with fear, I shrugged the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, exposing my nearly naked body to him. I watched him fearfully as he cut the tape at the top of the large box he had brought in. He pulled a smaller box from the top of the contents and extracted from it a collar, and something that looked like a remote control for a TV set. Pulling me closer, he fitted the collar around my neck, and fastened it. I could plainly hear the closure on the collar lock into place.
"This collar is for your control. It can be removed only with a key. This remote control causes the collar to tighten or loosen as I see fit. Let me demonstrate." He pressed a button on the control and I felt the collar tighten until I couldn't breathe. I must have passed out, because I came awake lying on the floor, legs and arms askew. The collar was no longer choking me.
"See how that works, honey? One more thing you need to know about it. It has a radio receiver built in that responds to the remote control. The range is two tenths of a mile. If you are farther away than that, the collar will automatically tighten enough to choke you to death. So if you want to live you will not try to escape. Now, stand up my pretty little bitch. And stand with your arms at your side and your feet twenty inches apart.
I struggled to my feet, and spread my legs until my feet were as he told me to place them, and allowed my arms to hang limply at my side. I watched as he placed the knife he held under one strap of my bra. He cut that strap and then the other. Then he cut the bra between my breasts causing it to fall to the floor at my feet. My 36DD breasts were exposed to his leering eyes.
"Nice," he said. "Much nicer than I imagined they would be from your picture. He put his knife back in it's holster, and used both hands to fondle my breasts, pinching the nipples, pulling them away from my body, then weighing each breast with his hands. "Lose the panties."
I slowly responded, lowering the bikini panties to the floor and stepping out of them.
"Nice bush. Neatly trimmed. Color matches your blonde hair. But I don't like hairy cunts, so we'll shave that off tonight before we go to bed. Now I want you to take my clothes off." He was fingering my pussy, but he stopped and picked up the remote control, threateningly.
I had to obey, at least until I could find a way to free myself from this madman. I began with the buttons on his shirt, removing the shirt and tossing it aside. Then the buckle of his belt. And the zipper. When it was down I pulled the trousers to his ankles, and he abruptly sat on the sofa. He wore no boxers or briefs, so his cock was exposed. I couldn't help but look. It appeared to be humongous.
"The boots and socks, slut," He commanded. Trembling, I knelt at his feet and removed his boots and socks as he stroked his cock, making it enlarge, but not yet at full staff. I pulled the trousers from his ankles and as I moved to stand, he commanded, "No! Make my cock hard. You do know how to suck cock don't you, little Suzie?"
Finding my voice, I softly answered, "Yes, Sir." Taking the shaft into my hand I found that my fingers would not encircle the massive instrument. I lowered my head, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth with great effort because of its size; I began swirling my tongue around the bulbous head.
"Good little slut. Keep going until I cum. You'll know when. Just before I cum, you will move away slightly so I can shower your pretty face with it."
I continued my task, attempting to take more of his cock into my mouth, and found it difficult. As I continued I felt his hands again pawing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and despite my fear and trepidation, I began to respond to his manipulations, and I finally succeeded in taking more of his huge cock, the head now thrusting against the opening of my throat. My nipples had always been an erogenous zone for me, and I was getting turned on. I started moaning, the sound muffled by the large cock filling my mouth as he humped his hips back and forth, fucking my face. As his pace increased, and his thumb and forefinger of each hand tweaked my nipples, I felt an orgasm building deep inside me. Soon I felt his cock tighten slightly, and anticipating his ejaculation I moved my head back releasing his cock. Immediately I saw his eruption begin, spraying ropes of cum as they sailed the short distance to my face, feeling each rope of cum landing on my hair, up my nose, into the corner of my left eye, and finally, the last two spurts of the ten or so he released onto the cleft between my breasts. I settled back on my heels, breathing heavily, as was my 'Master'. Despite myself, I felt a bit of pride in what I had been forced to do for this intruder into my home.
"Sit on the sofa beside me Susan." I did as he had ordered. He immediately began fondling my breasts and pussy, bringing me involuntarily back to a level of excitement that had faded when I orgasmed. He leaned over and forced his tongue into my mouth, almost causing me to gag. But he was arousing me despite my efforts to resist, and finally I came to a point that it just didn't matter anymore. My tongue started dueling his as we continued to french kiss. I moved my hand to his still erect cock and began stroking it. My hand could not cover more than a third of its length. My other hand joined in, pumping it at various tempos, and he finally pulled his tongue from my mouth.
