Change Of Plans 11

The assignment was simple: break into this isolated mansion in the hills and steal the contents out of a heavy duty safe. It's never easy, but I've done it nearly 100 times in my career. Get in and get out. That's always the goal.

Unfortunately this safe is also inside a panic room, behind a 12 gauge steel vaulted door, with nine live locking bolts, a digital key and sensitive alarm system. No problem... It's just going to take a lot of extra time and some extra tools, which means a higher commission, and the place is supposed to be empty for the next three weeks. Should be no problem, as long as I don't have any disruptions.

On the off chance that someone comes poking around the area, I have to park over a mile away and hike in with my tool kit and duffel bag, so nobody can identify a vehicle near the property. So, I make the journey to this mansion, carefully breach the security system, and make my way inside. Easy part done. It isn't too long before I locate the panic room. It's time to set out my tools and get to work. It's going to be a long day.

Everything is going smoothly until I hear something... Was that the fucking door? Did someone just walk in? Who the fuck is here?! I hear the front door close, so I quickly gather my tools and hide.

After a few tense moments, I hear a chattering female voice downstairs. I think there's more than one at first, but I only see you from my hiding spot: a tiny brunette wearing a pink tank top and black mini skirt. You're on the phone with one of your friends, going on about some other friend. I find myself getting hypnotized.

You look college age - a girl who gets all the attention from the boys on campus and relishes it, but tries to keep herself pure for the guy she'll marry. Sure you're a bit scantily clad, but who isn't these days? Something about the way you talk makes me think you're more intelligent than average. Then I recall a bartender telling me spring break was this week. Why are you here at home instead of whoring it up in Cancun? God knows you can afford to be. That says something to me; you must hold yourself to a higher standard, and I admire that... Jesus you are pretty.

Oh fuck! I'm forgetting all about the assignment now, because my mind is suddenly running wild. I feel a very intense, primal urge taking over. You see, I have this weakness; when I see something I want, something really beautiful, I lose control and I have to take it... by force. I can't help myself, and I'm not talking about robberies.

The first time I raped a woman was 20 years ago. Hearing her scream, seeing the fear in her eyes, the way she cried when I held the knife to her throat and did everything I wanted to her... I was hooked from that point on. I needed to do it again and again. This, my friend, was how I mastered the art of breaking and entering, and learned how to cover my tracks. This is why I continue getting work. I never got caught when I was doing my "hobby", but it became too risky as time went on.

I could give a shit about stealing things. That was just the easiest way to monetize my "special skills". This is a job. It's been too many years since I've been able to exercise my real passion, and now here you are, all by yourself. It's just you and me in this big quiet building. Look at you. So little and soft, and vulnerable... It would be so easy to have some fun for old times sake, but... I have to do this other thing, and I'm hard as a rock in my pants now.

Fucking great. The asshole who hired me is a goddamn moron. This is his own brother's pad. I guess that makes you my client's niece? I notice some framed pictures from your graduation on the wall. Yes, this must be you, and my client royally fucked up our schedules.

I should not have taken this job. I need the cash, but this complicates things immensely. There's no way for me to get this done without you seeing me. No idea what I'm supposed to do now, and I'm fully distracted by very sadistic urges to make things worse. Acting out has gotten me in trouble before, and I can't afford to fuck this up... But how, just how, can I pass up such a perfect opportunity and a delicious little treat like you?

I'm already losing control. The professional goes out the window fast when the monster inside takes over. He hasn't been fed for so long. I can only think about all the ways I could use your body to release this pressure. I need this.

I try to snap myself out of it. NO! We are not doing this today. We stick to the plan, but... we'll have to do something about this problem of ours.

I hear you again and smell something too. Peeking out the crack of the doorway I see you come up the stairs and head towards your bedroom with a plate of avocado toast - humming and bopping along without a care in the world. Yeah, you're not going anywhere for a while. This needs to happen now.

As soon as you are close, I sneak up from behind, then I launch forward and grab you. Your plate of toast flies out of your hand and hits the floor. Shock and confusion fill your mind. It is too sudden to comprehend what just happened. Your first thought is: "What, who?" There is a sense that it's someone you know - your brother or your boyfriend pulling a prank? A split second later reality sets in. You don't know who this is, and it is sheer terror from here on out.

You only let out a gasp before my huge hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your screams. I bear hug you from behind, squeezing your little body so tight that you can hardly breathe. I talk right into your ear with my hot breath, so you understand the situation fast.

"Easy now. Easy. Just stay calm. You weren't supposed to be here today. I didn't come here to hurt you. All you gotta do is cooperate, and nothing bad will happen. You understand m--"

WHAM! Somehow you pull one of your arms away and elbow me hard in the abdomen, and it actually hurts. You're much stronger than you look. Fight or flight is in full effect as you bolt towards one of the bedrooms, thinking if you can just get through the door, get it shut and locked before I get to you, you can escape out the window, climb down the side of the house and run for help. You scream at the top of your lungs. But there is no chance. I'm way too fast and too strong. You are out of your league and that department, sweetie. On top of that, I am pissed off and stressed.

I catch you by the hair and rip you back into my clutches, bear hugging you again, then I drag you kicking and screaming into the bedroom where I was hiding. I do not have time for this shit.

WHAP! I slap you so hard that it feels like being punched, then I hurl you onto the bed like a rag doll. You are badly stunned as I mount you and immediately rip off your tank top, exposing the cute bra you just picked up this afternoon. Being stripped of your top reignites your panic.

"Oh my God, he's going to rape me," you think. Uncontrollable screams begin. I cover your mouth and choke you hard to get your attention.

"Hey! Fucking relax! I said I am not here for that! Unless that's what you want..."

You frantically shake your head.

"You want this to go there? Huh, you want this to fucking go there?!!"

I push your legs open with my knees and press right into you, so you can feel my size. You desperately cry and moan, as I grip your hair, rubbing my hard dick against your pussy through our clothes and barking hideous threats in your face. You can't believe this is happening, and feel sick with shame and horror.

"If you don't want this to happen, you better calm the fuck down. Try something like that again, and we're going to get to know each other really goddamn good. But you're gonna be nice now, right?"

I press even harder. "Right, bitch?!"

Tears stream down your face as you nod and beg me not to hurt you. Nobody except your boyfriend has seen you this exposed, outside of tanning at the beach. You've never posted more than one bikini pic online, and you've certainly never had a man twice your age pin you down with all of his weight, dry fucking and molesting you as he pleases. But you are cooperating now...

I loosen my grip and roll you face down, using your shredded tank top to tie your hands behind your back. I roll you on your back again and straddle you, making it hard to breathe once again, your partially bare titties pointing up at the ceiling. You forget about the feeling of violation when I pop open my folding knife and press it against your cheek.

"Now, I told you what will happen if you act up, but it's not the worst thing I'm gonna do if you try that shit again. We understand each other, right?"

You frantically nod, trying your best not to scream or sob. Still quivering, you lie as still as you can and show me you're ready to cooperate.

"That's much better. You be nice to me, I'll be nice to you."

I reward you by putting away the blade.

"This doesn't have to hurt. All you gotta do is lie there and be good."

I wipe your eyes and kiss you gently on your head and face. It feels so disgusting. All you want is for me to stop touching you, but I forcefully stick my tongue into your mouth and roll it around until you gag. After a few long moments, I stop my kissing and get off the bed. You cough and roll to your side, pulling up your knees as you shiver and pray that I'll just take what I came for and leave. You know I'm a wild animal who wants to fuck and possibly kill you too. Maybe, just maybe, I don't have time and you won't be worth the effort.

I step away to pace around and think, trying to focus and ignore this burning desire. I know I can't let you go, but killing you would be too complicated, and murder is not my game. I also parked too far away to safely get you into my car. I contemplate my options and then I have an idea. Maybe I can have my cake and eat it too. Yes... I think I will. The animal inside me wins again, and he is starving for release.

You hear me march back into the room and dig around in the drawers, then your heart fills up with dread as you feel me kneel back onto the bed. I roll you face up and gag you with a pair of socks. You whimper into the gag as I clutch your throat once again, getting nice and close.

"You remember what I said about making me mad, right? Better me than the knife."

I roll you back onto your stomach and straddle your legs. Your eyes grow wide as I pause for a moment, then I flip up your mini-skirt. You close your eyes tight while I stare at your plump little ass being hugged by white cotton panties. I give you some very hard spanks, which sting like hell and make you yelp. You feel sick again and totally helpless underneath my heavy weight, as I mount your ass and push my rod right into your crack. You bite down on the gag. This is it, you think. You're not getting out of this without total violation. Rape is inevitable. Here it comes.

Then, a moment of confusion. You hear me pull out my phone and make a call to my business partner. I casually talk to him while dry humping your butt. I tell him that I came up with a new plan - a much better plan, and he ought to come get me. Something about the presence of another person, even through the phone, intensifies your humiliation. You cry into your gag, bouncing underneath me as I continue grinding deep into your ass, all while l give my partner directions to the mansion.

Suddenly your pussy feels wet! You feel so dirty and ashamed. This is unbearable for you. Why, God? Why is this happening to you? You've always been careful. You've tried to be good. Why are you being punished? Your mind races.

I end my call and release you for a minute, just to admire my mostly naked prisoner, hands tied, fear and dread in your eyes as you instinctively press your knees together. This is what I live for. The more you whimper and shake your head, the more excited I become. There's nothing you can do. You are all mine, but business first... I have a finite amount of time to cover my tracks.

I leave the bedroom door open to keep you in my range of sight, while I gather my tools and remove any evidence that could point back to me. I also gather any valuables I can find that are easy to carry, and throw them into my duffel bag. It's always important to maximize returns. I disappear from your view for just a moment, but you hear me rummaging around close by, and you're too afraid to move. Not knowing what else to do, you begin to pray for your life. It's been a while since you've been to church, but right now nothing else matters.

It's been about 10 minutes, maybe 20, and you hear me come back into the bedroom. I toss my bag on the ground, look out the windows, then circle around and stand over you. I think for a minute. I probably don't have time to get everything I want, but then I look at my watch and say:

"Fuck it. Looks like we've got a few minutes to kill, honey. Just you and me til my partner gets here."

No.... That's the only word that you can think of before "don't make me do this" and "please, God, don't let this happen."

Tears run down your cheeks. You scream and whimper a little as I grab you by the hair. Then I roughly stand you up and hold your chin.

"You're going to do a little something nice for me now, to help me relax for a few minutes, but don't worry. It's nothing you haven't done before"

You know what this means. I pull out your gag and push you down onto your knees. You sob and plead with me, swearing you'll never report me if I just let you go.

"Shhh, hey, hey, hey. You got three holes. This is only one of 'em".

I turn violent again, gripping your hair tight and warning that I'll have to knock out your teeth if I feel them dragging on my dick.

You watch with dread as I pull out my throbbing member, oozing at the tip. You can't help but shake your head a little. I gently caress your cheeks, wiping away your tears and matted hair. You close your eyes, doing everything you can to separate yourself from what's happening, but feel the spongy head of my penis tapping and poking into your cheeks and trembling lips. With no other choice, you open your mouth and take me in. There's nothing left to do but wrap your lips around me and suck. You can't shut your eyes tight enough as more tears flow.

I lose myself in the moment, stroking your pretty hair, with your hot wet mouth around my dick. Then I shove myself all the way to the back of your throat. You gag, but I hold your head where it is, making you suck and suck even more. You hear me groan and tell you how pretty you are. You choke on me again as I fuck your little mouth, deeper and deeper, then you start to feel light headed from a lack of oxygen.

Time becomes a blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. Your loved ones begin flashing through your mind and you wonder if you'll ever see them again. You begin blacking out, but then we hear a car outside.

For a fraction of a second you get a rush of hope, thinking it could be someone you know to scare off your attacker. But it is gone in an instant, as you remember me calling my partner. Your hope is a cruel joke, and also my accomplice - even more sadistic than the person violating you.

I groan once again and yank myself out to check the window. You collapse on the ground coughing violently. I see my guy parking outside, and feel immensely frustrated that we don't have more time to be alone. My partner is a fast driver though. I tell you that we'll have to pick this up later, and if you try anything stupid, it will be your other holes next time.

You are in a severe state of shock as I put my dick away and tape your mouth shut. Then I stand you up in march you downstairs, half naked with your hands tied. I toss you on a couch and let my partner in. When he sees that I now have a hostage, a helpless young female, we get into an argument. He knows my "tendencies", and this was not the plan, but after a couple minutes of shouting, I convince him that a kidnapping job will work better and he finally gets on board. We don't have much of a choice at this point, but he recognizes the added value.

My partner makes sure the coast is clear, as I wrap you in a blanket and carry you out. We dump you into the trunk of his car. The engine starts and you are driven away. You have no idea where we'll take you, or what other terrible things will happen next. Once again you pray. You pray that you'll get out of this alive, pray that you'll see your family again.

After what feels like an eternity, the car stops. You're blinded by light when we open up the trunk. Your eyes adjust and you see that we're in a forest. I pull you out and stand you up on camera, with my arm around your neck. I tauntingly pet you and stroke your hair as my partner films the ransom video; my dipshit client must deliver the fortune from the safe in 24 hours, or we will A) sell his niece to traffickers, and B) expose his stupid ass. Now we don't have to split anything with him, and we get paid either way. This was a much better plan indeed.

"Aren't you glad we did this my way?"

My partner tells me to shut up as he stops recording and checks the footage. You notice we are next to a river with a fast current, and contemplate what would happen if you jumped in. More than likely you would drown, but at least there is a chance you'd survive and get away from us.

I take out the blanket we wrapped you in and toss it out onto the dirt and grass.

"Got all the time in the world now, honey."

I then pull out a bottle of water, betting you must be thirsty. I untape your mouth and help you take a nice big swig.

"There you go. Think you can be good if I untie your wrists?"

You nod your head, so I decide to be nice. I free your hands and let you guzzle down the rest of the bottle yourself.

"Whoa, easy there."

I take the bottle away and pull you in close, asking if you're ready to guzzle me too. It's time to finish what we started. You know what happens next.

My partner says I should leave you alone, so you're not marked up when we deliver you, and I tell him to quit being a faggot. I'm not going to mark you up that bad for Christ sake.

Suddenly you kick me in the groin and run for it with everything you've got. This might be your last chance to get away. If you can just get to the river... but the hope vanishes once again. I swiftly chase you down and tackle you. We hit the ground hard. Now you're definitely going to have some bruises, as will I.

You scream and scream as I drag you back towards the car and slap you hard across the face. I carry you the rest of the way and dump you on to the blanket. I rip off what's left of your clothes, while barking angry obscenities. I wasn't going to be this rough, but now you made me mad, and I have to punish your bad behavior.

You whimper and sob as I pin you naked to the ground, spit on my hand for extra lubrication and ram myself into your pussy nice and hard. You gasp and scream as I begin to thrust and pump. Fuck, you feel good. I needed this so bad.

My partner sits in the car and lights a smoke. He's not a rapist like me, but your cries don't faze him. This is all business. I, on the other hand, like to mix pleasure with my business, and you are my reward for a hard stressful day.

I take my time, fucking you in different positions, making the most of our time together. I use every inch of your sweet naked body - slowing down, speeding up, kissing your smooth flat tummy and ribs, licking and sucking on your titties and neck while you stare up at the trees. There is no separating yourself from this horror. I am right here. The nightmare is real. You are my little peach.

I sit up right, putting your legs up by my head, so I can watch your perky tits bounce up at the sky, pure shame all over your face as you lose the energy to weep. Then I turn you around on all fours and drill you from behind until I finally cum - filling your wet little hole with my hot male goo. Without warning I grab your hair and jerk you upright. I squeeze you tightly and bite your neck while I continue blasting.