You are coming home your shift at the hospital wearing scrubs with a bag slung over your shoulder. As you stand at the door to your apartment fumbling with your keys, you notice the door is not completely shut. You push gently on the door, and it pops open. Your mind races to remember if you locked it securely when you left for work. You find the answer noticing damage to the door frame and realizing the lock was forced.
Suddenly, before you can react, the door is yanked open, and a man in a black ski mask is standing before you. He grabs you by the wrist and yanks you through the door slamming it shut behind you. Your arm is bent behind your back as he forces you quickly to the ground.
"Make a sound, and you will regret it," he whispers harshly in your ear.
He hoists you from the floor, your arm still restrained while his other hand clad in a black leather glove covers your mouth. He is strong, much too strong for you to resist. You fear fighting back will only anger him and causing to hurt or even kill you. Surrendering to your situation, you have no choice but to do as he says.
Your captor walks you quickly into the bedroom. He pushes your face first to the bed and quickly zip ties both wrists to the bed posts. The back of your scrub top is torn open, and your bra yanked apart. His hands roughly reach around to squeeze your breasts. "Oh yeah... these are nice," he says pinching your nipples.
He pulls off your shoes and yanks down your scrub bottoms leaving you wearing just a thong. You wished you had worn less provocative panties on this day, as a thong is only going to encourage your attacker. But he needs no encouragement.
You feel a hand grab your ass and squeeze it. There is a sharp stinging pain as he spanks you, then, again and again. You can only imagine the red hand prints he must have left there. He spanks you one more time for good measure, bringing a tear to your eye.
He forces your legs apart roughly. You feel something being tied around one ankle, followed by the other. You are fully restrained with no hope of escape.
"And just in case you feel like calling for help..." He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he wraps a rolled-up t-shirt over your mouth and ties it behind your head, gagging you.
"You deserve to be spanked. You are a bad girl. Only sluts' wear underwear like these," he says his voice almost hissing. He grabs your thong and tears it from your body. Now you are naked and vulnerable, your crotch spread wide for anyone to see.
The bed shakes as he pounces between your legs. He slides his hand up the inside of your thigh and starts rubbing your pussy. It feels repulsive and good at the same time. You hate that your body is betraying you; you feel yourself becoming wet. Shit... he notices.
"Ahh... the bitch is enjoying this. You like the way I am fingering you, don't you slut?"
With that, he slides two fingers into your pussy while his other hand reaches down to rub your clit. He is not gentle; he is rough, and yet it still feels goods. You can't help but breathe faster as his ministrations send tingling sensations throughout your body.
Rough hands grab you by the waist and lift up. He slides a few pillows under you, leaving your ass arched upward. You hear his belt being undone and then his zipper. Clothing is being shuffled. You realize that he is likely naked and intends to rape you.
He climbs back on the bed behind you using one hand to steady himself by grabbing your waist. You feel something against your vulva, sliding along your womanly lips. The realization grips you; it is the head of his cock, and he is about to penetrate you.
"Good thing you are just as horny as I am. You are wet, soaking wet. This is going to make this better for both of us."
He laughs, mocking your inability to resist feeling pleasure at his touch. With that, he slides his cock into you, slamming all the way in until his pelvis impacts your ass.
"Oh yeah... you feel great. You like that you little slut, don't you?"
You feel a sharp stinging pain as he spanks you again both hands come down and impact the tender skin of your ass. His fingers did in, grasping your waist as he begins thrusting in and out of you. He clearly cares nothing for your pleasure as he speeds up his thrusts. You cannot deny how good it feels, even though he is fucking you against your will. You are humiliated and violated. He is using you, and you are enjoying it. The attacked is correct; you are a slut.
His breathing picks up. He begins to grunt. You realize his orgasm is close. Against your will, you desire increases; your orgasm is building as well.
"Ughhh... oh yeah... God, oh yeah," he gasps as he cums inside of you. He slows down and continues to pump, draining himself. He loudly sighs withdraw his cock.
"That was great. Hope it was good for you," he says as he slaps you again.
It was good you hate to admit. But it wasn't finished. There you lay, horny, frustrated, violated, and exposed with his cum slowly dripping out of you.
Your assailant gets off the bed, and you think you hear him leave the room. You hear noise elsewhere in your apartment and then nothing. What is he doing, you wonder? Has he left? That thought leaves you more anxious. How long would you be tied up here before someone found you? Hours? Days? Longer? You could die here if no one checked on you for a week or more.
And what if someone does find you like this? The first thing they are going to see is a gaping view of your ass and your pussy. How humiliating. And just suppose your rescuer decided not to rescue you. He could jump on the bed and fuck you from behind, and you would never see his face. In fact, he could tell all of his buddies, and they could line up to take their turn with you, confident that you could never identify them. You would be there as nothing more than their live blowup doll.
