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In the basement furnace room of Anna's new house, there was a hollow metal pole, about an inch and a half in diameter and an inch tall, embedded in the concrete. She wasn't sure what it was originally for, but she had discovered that if she stuck the base of her vibrator into the pole, she could kneel and lower herself onto it, and it penetrated her deeply while staying in place. In the past couple of weeks since moving in, she had gone down several times, and fucked herself silly on her vibrator, always coming to orgasm. The heat of the furnace on her bare skin always aroused her.
Anna had just bought a new dildo-one of the largest she had ever seen, and certainly larger than anything that had been inside her before. It was sculpted to feel like a real cock, with a bulbous head and rigid veins. She was an average height, but her hips were slender and her passage was small. The thought of the massive object penetrating her turned her on immensely. On her first night off from her waitressing job, she stripped, grabbed the new toy and a bottle of lube, and went down to the furnace room.
She shoved the handle of the dildo into the pole, making sure it was firmly positioned, and, on impulse, leaned forward to taste it. The wide opening barely fit into her mouth. She moved her head down, and it hit the back of her throat, inducing a gag reflex that caused a twinge in her stomach. She sucked, enjoying the taste of the rubber, and moved up and down, the dildo hitting the back of her throat each time.
The man watching her from behind the door to the furnace room had a perfect view of her perky round ass, slender, porcelain legs, and the pink skin between them, as she knelt on her hands and knees and bobbed her head up and down. Her dark brown hair fell around her face.
Anna leaned back and, even though it was already slippery with her saliva, coated the toy with lube. Then she knelt above it. Reaching one hand between her legs, she rubbed her clit, although she was already wet just from taking the dildo into her mouth and imagining it entering her. With her other hand, Anna massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples slightly and gasping as they stiffened into peaks.
The man behind her moved a hand towards his zipper as he watched her masturbate, her eyes closed in bliss, but decided against touching himself, wanting the first sensation he felt to be her mouth closing around his cock. Quickly and soundlessly, he moved forward, the handcuffs in his hand hanging open. Anna moaned as she fondled herself, not hearing or seeing the man until, in one motion, he snapped the cuffs around her wrists and tackled her from behind. Anna screamed in shock, but while her mouth was open he quickly inserted a ring gag and snapped the strap behind her head, lifting her upright and holding her against him with one arm around her neck, he threw a rope over one of the metal pipes in the ceiling, secured it, and tied it off to the handcuffs, suspending her arms above her head. She was struggling, but he was much stronger than her. He could tell she was slightly panicked. He slipped a blindfold over her eyes, and clipped her ankles into cuffs on a spreader that was several feet long, forcing her knees apart as well. As she felt his hands on her-not gentle, but not violent or unnecessarily rough-she quieted and stopped struggling, though her breathing was still heavy.
The man stepped back to admire his handiwork. The gorgeous woman was strung out before him, her auburn hair falling down her back, her red lips stretched around the gag, and her smooth neck exposed. Her bare breasts, not huge, but large in proportion to her slim frame, were tipped with flushed, pink areolae. Her nipples were hard. Her toned stomach and legs framed a glistening slit, and her alabaster skin shone against the concrete basement floor, looking even paler in comparison to the shiny black dildo that still lay poised right below her, seeming massive between her narrow hips.
Anna had never been bound before, and she was shocked by how aroused she was, and how the feeling of powerlessness in front of this strange man who had broken into her house made her unbelievably wet. He hadn't been violent with her at all, and she found herself anticipating what he would do next with excitement as well as fear. The darkness and anticipation heightened her senses. She was conscious of the abrasive cement on her knees, and of the sound of a zipper and falling cloth as the man took off his pants. She took a deep breath.