As I walked down the street, I had the sensation that I was being followed. I turned to look behind me but no one was there. I walked a little faster though just in case. I caught a glimpse of movement in the store window as I passed by but again, as I looked behind and expected the worst, there was no one. I continued down the street toward my house on Liberty Street. I was tired and all I could think about was a hot bath. There were two paths I could take to get home and I chose the shorter one that cut through Central Park. I hurried because it began to get dark and because I just couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't alone. I began to breath easier as I made my way around the corner that would bring me to the edge of the park. There were enormous lilac bushes along the path, their fragrance filled the air and I felt good, almost home. As I rounded the last corner, something cold and hard slammed into my back.
"Don't make a sound!"
My stomach twisted into a knot and my heart sank. I tried to fight and then there was darkness.
When I awoke, I could not see anything and my head hurt. I could hear someone whispering in another room.
"I told you not to hurt her."
"Sorry man, she was struggling, I didn't want to get caught."
"Here, get outta here."
I could not see anything, there was something covering my eyes and I could not move. I was tied to some kind of chair or something. I thought I heard a door close and some one breathing heavily. The stranger in the room was closer now and I heard some rustling near me.
Something cold was on my leg, scissors! He was cutting my clothes off! I tried to struggle as he slowly cut each piece of my clothing off but it was no use, I was tied securely. As my long skirt slid off, he began to cut my blouse. I was left in a bra, panties, thigh highs and shoes. He ran his hand down my neck, down between my breasts, down my abdomen, he pressed hard as his hand slid down into my panties and then lifted them a little. I felt the scissors slide up my leg again and clip my panties between them, then on each side. He took his time and I thought I could sense his excitement in my fear. The scissors slid up further and cut the center of my bra open. He set the scissors down and grabbed my breasts hard. He squeezed my nipples and I whimpered. He let go and picked something up.
Once again, he pinched one of my nipples hard, I heard a snap and I flinched, he clamped it tight with something and did the same to my other one. They were aching and I was afraid. I was startled when my chair back was reclined a little, then whatever my legs were tied to moved open more, so far that my pussy lips parted a little and my ass was completely exposed. With each moment that passed, I grew more and more afraid. I wondered what I was tied to then, it wasn't an ordinary chair for sure. I was no longer sitting on a flat thing but more resting on two separate things. I was completely vulnerable in this position. I heard the door open and close again and I was left alone for what seemed like a long time. My nipples ached and I was cold.
When he came back in the room, he didn't come to me right away. I heard noises but I couldn't figure out what he was doing. His footsteps came near and a warm slippery liquid was being poured on my stomach. It ran down into my pussy, it felt good but I didn't make a sound. He rubbed the liquid all over my pussy and then my ass. I hoped that he would not touch me there but I couldn't stop him. My seat back was raised up; I was sitting up straight now.
He grabbed my mouth and held it open he shoved his enormous cock in and said, "Suck it bitch!"
I had no choice. His cock was so big that I could hardly get my mouth around it and as he began to fuck my mouth, he got more excited and started to shove it down my throat. I couldn't even gag. I struggled to catch a breath whenever he pulled out far enough. As he fucked me, something brushed up against my pussy opening. It started to enter me, whatever it was, it was only about as thick as a finger, but both of his hands were on my head. I didn't know how much longer I could stand him fucking my mouth before I passed out. The thing inside of my pussy started to move too and I felt a sensation begin to build inside of me, I was being tortured and pleasured at the same time. He was fucking my mouth and throat so hard and fast now that I couldn't breathe. Then he jammed his throbbing cock all the way inside and down my throat and shot his load in me, I thought I was going to die and then I started to have and orgasm, I shuddered and as I finished he withdrew from my mouth and I gasped in the air I desperately needed.
He tightened the clamps on my nipple and then left the room. I was aching and mad at myself for having an orgasm. After a long while, I was exhausted and I began to doze off but I heard the door again. He came over to me and poured more of the hot liquid on my pussy. I could feel him between my legs; he rubbed the head of his cock against the opening of my pussy and then jammed it in hard. I cried out, he was huge and it hurt! He held himself inside of me. He slowly withdrew and then rammed me again. My pussy was stretched to the max around his cock. He pounded me for a while then he stopped.
I couldn't tell what he was doing. I felt something touch my ass and I begged him, " Please don't do this." I dreaded what he was going to do next. I felt the enormous head of his cock against my ass. "Please, Please don't do this," I begged. He grabbed my waist and pulled himself into me hard. I felt like I was splitting in two. He ground himself into my slippery ass and fucked me hard. His hard cock pumped faster and faster and then he slowed down, it was torture. He pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed it in again. He grabbed my bouncing tits and played with the clamps that squeezed my big round nipples. He kept pulling his thick cock out only to ram it in harder the next time. He was fucking my ass rougher and rougher and as he slammed into me for the last time, I felt his hot load pulsing into my tight, slippery ass.