I was sitting in my living room reading by the dusk light coming in through the window. The house uncharacteristically empty, I enjoyed the usually high-traffic area of the house in splendid silence. Suddenly, the front door flew open and a dark figure barreled into the room. I knew at once who it was, but I was too startled to call out your name or scream. You grabbed me by my hair, yanking me upward as I let out a cry. Before I could say or whimper any more you shoved my face into the couched and wrapped my wrists together with electrical tape. Grasping a handful of my thick hair again, you ensured my silence by covering my mouth with more of the black tape. I tried to scream and struggle, but with my hands bound, body overpowered and bent, I made no progress. You closed your hand around my neck and squeezed, your lips coming close to my ear. I could feel your breath on my neck, hot and shallow. After biting down on the tender flesh there, beads of blood rising to meet your teeth, you whispered:
"You're mine now, to do with exactly how I please. I'm going to violate you and feed you to the dogs; I'm going to dump my cum in your worthless cunt and leave you sprawled and naked for the world to see."
Whimpering through the tape-gag, nervous tears formed in the corners of my eyes. With my waning strength I struggled against you again, but you grabbed my hips and forced me to feel your hard cock through the fabric of your pants. It was hot even against my clothed ass, and I knew what was to come. You turned me so I was facing you and struck my cheek. I stumbled and doubled over, trying to keep my protests to a minimum. "Be ready it for it, slut." Pulling me upright by my hair, your other hand grabbed my bound arms and lead me down two flights of stairs to my basement room. My breathing was short and labored; my body felt hot and cold at once from fear and reluctant arousal.
When we arrived downstairs, you bolted the door shut and turned on the lights. With no windows and stone walls, there would be no hope for me here. I moaned through the tape and you shoved my face into the bed in the corner of the room. Producing a pair of scissors, you cut away the soft cotton of my pajama pants and black panties. Your rough hand gave my ass a firm smack, digging your fingernails into the flesh there. You then probed my asshole with your thumb, testing its tightness and vulnerability. I tried to scramble away; you looped your arm around my waist and pulled me back. "Where do you think you'll run to, exactly? It's over for you." I could almost feel the malicious smile on your face. Tense, my asshole closed firmly on your thumb and you pulled it away. "Best relax, you have a lot more to worry about than that." Another smack on my ass, this time harder and leaving my whole body vibrating.
