Because She Wanted To

...there's nothing quite so unnerving as that moment when you wake up and realize something's off. the darkness, too early for my alarm -- that creaking floorboard, far too close, there shouldn't be anyone in my apartment but me --

roll over and flick on the bedside light -- a figure standing over my bed -- too half-asleep to feel like it's real yet -- I scramble out of bed like "what are you doing in here?!" but the next thing I know, I've been --

-- slammed against against the wall -- the stranger's hands pinning my wrists, arms stretched out to the left and right --

ohhhhhh shit.

heart pounding as I get a full look at my attacker -- she towers over my scrawny little body, athletic and strong -- I panic and struggle but it's no use, her full weight pinning each wrist, muscular arms holding her up like it's effortless -- oh gods, the raw physicality of her, it makes my heart flutter, having her lean so close -- but -- what's she going to do to me?!

"What do you want?" I gasp.

a lopsided grin, so casual, like she knows I can't resist her -- "I want your body, you little snack."

"...oh", is all I can say.

before I know it, she's on me. arms wrapped around me, lifting me off my feet -- my legs flailing as she carries me -- throws me down on the bed -- I land flat on my back, head spinning -- she leaps on top of me, straddling me with her legs, her muscular arms slamming down on either side of my head -- my heart thumps in my chest, trapped under her like a cornered animal -- fearfully, I look up into her eyes -- a predatory gleam looks back --

Then she goes for my body. A flurry of struggling, rough hands pulling at my clothes while I try to cover myself -- thrashing around under her, my nightshirt tears open so easily -- a rush of humiliation, my boobs bouncing while I struggle, right where she can see them -- covering myself with one arm while I push away with the other -- kicking and scratching --

"Enough of that," she growls. "Don't make me hurt you --"

-- but I barely hear her, too caught up in the struggle -- kick out with one leg to knock her off --

...big mistake. I feel the moment when her expression changes, from smug superiority to brutal violence. My heart thumps as I realize -- she broke into my apartment, she has no limits, she will absolutely hurt me -- I freeze up -- oh no, oh no, here it comes --

Then the blows come. BAM! Hard punch to the solar plexus, knocking the wind right out of me. BAM! A slap across the face, making me see stars. My heart pounds in terror -- tensing up to prepare for the blows -- BAM! A backhanded slap, even harder than the first. BAM! A punch to the ribcage, pain exploding in my side, that'll leave a bruise for sure --

-- a pause, panting for breath -- she looms above me, fist poised to strike again if I move --

"Please --" I whimper -- "please don't hurt me --"

She relents -- and I can feel her cruel satisfaction, knowing how terrified I am now, how easily she could hurt me more if I did the tiniest thing to annoy her. There's an understanding between us now -- she can use my body however she wants, and I'll have to just lie back and take it.

With my resistance broken, her touches becomes softer, more sensuous. She strips me naked, hands sliding my nightshirt up over my arms, pulling down my underwear over my feet. Her eyes look me up and down -- I shiver with anticipation, naked and helpless under her powerful body.

Then she presses down on top of me, the full length of her body pressing against mine -- still fully clothed, against my nakedness -- and kisses me.

It's such a power move, her tongue forcing into my mouth while I lie there naked under her. She rubs her body rhythmically against mine -- it makes me feel so many things, I'm getting turned on, I can't help it -- the pressure also gives me pain in my ribs, where she hit me -- is she doing it on purpose? oh fuck, she's definitely doing it on purpose! she's gloating about how she hurt me, even while she explores my mouth with her tongue! I look up into her eyes, and see them smiling, contented, happy to be in total control as she uses my body for her enjoyment.

She pulls away for a moment, so she can stroke me with her hand -- fingertips tracing from my cheek, down over my neck, down my chest -- like she's marking her territory -- down one leg, then back up, crawling up my inner thigh -- oh shit, that's tickly -- I squirm and try to block her --

-- oh shit, I shouldn't have done that --

I start to panic -- I'm not thinking ahead, I just know she's going to hurt me and I have to get away! With a burst of strength, I throw myself sideways out from under her -- tumble onto the floor, scramble to my feet --

-- oh shit, I didn't think this through -- I'm nowhere near the door -- she's already getting up to come after me, slowly stepping towards me, backing me into a corner --

"Where do you think you're going?" she growls, a low voice full of danger, sending a shiver through me.

"Uhh --" I take another step backwards, but I only bump into the wall. Before I know it, she's on me. She grabs me by the throat, almost choking me.

"I -- I'm not going anywhere!" I plead, so very aware of how vulnerable I am, naked and pinned to the wall by my neck. "You're just -- very scary --"

"Why thank you," she purrs, leaning so very close to me, her mouth next to my ear, the pressure on my throat only increasing. Her enormous strength pushes upwards, as if to lift me up by my neck -- my head forced to tilt back -- instinctively rising onto my tiptoes to get away -- but her hand follows me upwards and keeps pushing --

...oh shit, she did this on purpose. I'm trapped there by her rock-solid arm -- I have to keep balanced on my tiptoes if I don't want to be choked. She's got me right where she wants me, terrified and helpless and struggling just to keep my balance, with my body all stretched out and exposed for her to look at.

Or touch.

While I gasp and struggle, her other hand explores my body.

She starts by playing with my breasts -- cupping, squeezing, lightly smacking them back and forth for her amusement. It feels so degrading, having my body played with while I struggle for breath -- my calf muscles shaking as I try to stay on tiptoe -- but my skin is so sensitive -- I'm getting aroused against my will from her touch -- blood pumping in my veins --

She moves to my nipples, casually rubbing and flicking, teasing around them with circular strokes -- sensation exploding up through me, mixing with the terror -- she keeps going, slow and drawn out, extracting a long, plaintive moan from me --

"You like this, plaything?" she purrs in my ear.

"Uhh -- umm --" I gasp upwards from where I'm being choked. I don't want to admit how her fingers are driving me wild. But she can tell, I'm sure of it. She knows exactly what she's doing to me. She's so smug, knowing she can play me like a fiddle while she has total power over me.

Her hand moves lower. She takes her time, feeling up every inch of my skin -- my stomach, my sides -- caressing them like she's got all the time in the world, while I'm desperately hoping my calf muscles will hold out long enough -- then down to my legs, running her fingers up and down my inner thighs, drawing shivers out of me that threaten to take away my balance -- making me pant wildly -- squeezing and groping the whole area between my legs --

-- and finally -- oh gods, I knew this was coming --

I'm already so wet, her fingers slide inside me so easily. I'm so humiliated, being finger-fucked against the wall -- her looking me dead in the eye while she shoves her fingers in and out -- completely degraded and used -- my life in her hands, I couldn't fight back even if I wanted to -- and -- oh fuck! -- now she's got her thumb on my clit, expertly working my clit while she fucks me -- pleasure exploding through me -- she's melting me, I feel like I could collapse in her arms -- but I have to stay frozen! I have to stay on my tiptoes! I feel my throat being crushed as I get weaker -- strain to push myself back up --

She keeps going. I'm so turned on, I can feel an orgasm coming on already -- I feel the spasms starting to shake me, making me buck forward, involuntarily pressing my throat harder into her hand -- I try to suppress it, but it's no use, waves of pleasure coming heavier and heavier -- I desperately twist my hips away from her, but I can barely move without getting off my tiptoes -- her fingers effortlessly follow my clit wherever it squirms to, I'm only turning myself on more by struggling -- it's too late, the orgasm overtakes me -- I strain with my back, trying to stay upright while my body spasms with pleasure --

-- gasping for breath -- over and over again --

"Wow," she says with a little smirk, "you cum really easy, I knew you'd be a fun plaything --"

-- oh fuck, she isn't even stopping! she keeps fucking me, keeps working my clit, it's even more sensitive than before -- still pinned on my tiptoes, her hand crushing my throat, my chin forced upwards -- with the little air I can gasp in, I start to beg her -- "please! please, no more! I can't take it! you're going to choke me!"

"But you're so much

fun

," she murmurs.

I feel like I'm about to break. My calf muscles shake wildly, I'm sure they'll collapse any moment now -- but the pleasure is building again -- I feel so utterly helpless and humiliated by what she's doing to me, not just forcing me to cum while I'm struggling for my life, but forcing me to cum so casually, keeping going like it's nothing -- I beg and plead, but it only makes her gloat harder -- how she's in total control -- how her fingers can rip such an intimate experience out of me -- trying as hard as I can not to give it to her, but her fingers have more say than I do -- slow strokes making the pleasure build inside me, making me buck and moan against my will, each moment more overpowering than the last -- tipping me over the edge, evaporating my resistance --

I scream as the second orgasm crashes through me -- scream again as it keeps going -- she knows just how to keep me riding on the edge, wave after wave overwhelming me -- my legs start to give out, it feels like I'm dangling from my jaw -- clinging to her arm for balance, the one gripping my neck -- I'm trying to beg, but my voice is gone -- reduced to incoherent screams and moans -- please, surely this time it'll be over! surely she's tortured me enough! oh fuck, oh fuck -- I've barely come down from the second orgasm when it's already building again --

her fingers keep working me, alternately slow and agonizing, then fast and furious, never giving me a rest -- my brain screams for me to keep holding myself up, but I barely hear it anymore -- mind awash with pleasure -- can't do anything but gasp for breath -- I barely notice when she starts to lower me down, letting me stand flat on my feet because I literally can't stay up anymore -- still pinned naked to the wall by my neck -- still being fucked without mercy --

-- lost all track of time -- how long have I been here? how many orgasms has she forced out of me? three? four? -- I'm trembling all over, all but collapsed, leaning on her arm to support my weight, even as it chokes me -- softly whimpering as her fingers slowly push in and out of me -- her motions are more possessive than passionate now, just fucking me to show how helpless I am to her.

when she finally lets go, I completely collapse. I crash down onto my knees... but I can't even hold myself up on my knees... helplessly, I slump forward, collapsing onto my face. I just lie there, limp and naked, facedown on the hard floor, arms and legs sticking out wherever they landed, too exhausted to move a muscle....

...vaguely aware of her moving around above me... crouching over me... I don't even try to move, resigned to whatever she's going to do next. but when her touch comes, it surprises me with its gentleness... her hands rubbing my back, almost affectionately, a soothing massage for my strained muscles... I yield to it, moaning softly, too weak to care that it's my attacker who's doing it... my body craves that comforting touch... my higher mind is miles away...

she rolls me onto my side, so she can lie down alongside me... her demeanor has completely changed, turned cuddly and affectionate now that I'm limp and helpless... she wriggles out of her clothes, to cuddle naked with me, the skin-to-skin contact so warm and relaxing... one arm wrapped around me, rubbing my back, tousling my hair... the other cupping my cheek in her hand, pulling me close to kiss me... I'm melting in her hands... it feels so freeing, knowing that I'm utterly helpless to fight back, that I might as well just let it happen... my breathing, still heavy but slower now, resonating through my whole body, escaping my throat as moans of comfort, as she holds me close...

"Good little plaything," she murmurs. "I think I'm gonna keep you."