Getting To Know Anna

Anna awoke with a start as her bedsheets were suddenly pulled away. Before she could process what was happening she found herself pinned to the bed by a large intruder who was holding her down with considerable strength. As a hand came down over her mouth to muffle her screams, she flailed beneath him, trying to free herself from his grasp.

"Now, now, Anna," the intruder spoke as she struggled under his weight. "Stop fighting me. I don't want to have to hurt you."

He knew her name? Anna thought. His voice was completely unfamiliar to her, and though the lighting was too dim to make out all his features, she was certain she didn't recognize him. How could he know her?

She decided she'd rather not find out. She continued her attempts to fight him off, despite his superior size. If she could just land one good kick or punch, it might be enough to break free and run.

That's when she saw the knife. He produced it from a holder attached to his belt, and by the time her brain registered what it was, he was pressing it into her neck. Anna froze, suddenly completely still as she felt the cold blade against her delicate skin. He used just enough force to make sure it hurt, but not enough to actually draw blood.

The intruder spoke again. "I told you I didn't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't stop fighting. Are you gonna be good from now on?" He uncovered her mouth so she could answer.

Anna weighed her options, but quickly realized she didn't have any. Whatever small chance she had of fighting him off was now completely gone with the knife there. Her only option was to cooperate and hope he stayed true to his promise not to hurt her.

"Anna?" he repeated. "Are you gonna be good for me?"

Anna nodded, too afraid to speak.

"Tell me you're gonna be good, Anna. Promise me."

She was deeply aware of the blade at her neck as she forced the words out. "I'll be good. I promise, I'll be good."

"Good girl. Now, put your hands above your head for me, nice and slow, okay?"

Anna obeyed his command, reaching her hands above her head as the man set the knife on her nightstand. He pulled a length of rope out of his pocket, then bound her wrists together, tying them securely to the slats on the headboard. She sighed with despair, her hopes of escape now entirely destroyed.

The man raised himself up so that he was sitting on her hips, straddling her.

"Let's get this light switched on so we can see each other properly," he said, and reached over to turn on the lamp next to the bed.

Anna regarded him in the light for the first time. He was older, maybe in his mid-to-late forties, but not bad looking by any means. The muscle tone visible through his fitted shirt -- along with the strength he had held her with earlier -- told her he must work out a lot. Under different circumstances she might have even been attracted to him, in an "older man fantasy" sort of way.

"Who...who are you?" Anna asked, her voice trembling. "How do you know me?"

"Who I am doesn't really matter," he answered with a half-smile that might have been charming in a normal situation. "I've been watching you for some time, my dear. Running your errands, walking around the neighborhood, wearing your cute little dresses. I just knew I had to get to know you better."

The fact that this wasn't a random break-in, that this man had actually been watching her, planning this for who knows how long, made Anna even more terrified than before.

"Please, please don't hurt me," she begged, hating how scared her voice sounded.

"Oh Anna, I'm not going to hurt you. As long as you're a good girl like you promised, you're going to be just fine, my dear. All I want to do is get to know you better, that's all."

Anna had a pretty good idea what "get to know you better" meant. She desperately tried to think of a way out of the situation, but with her hands tied to the bed and the knife glaring at her from only a few feet away, she knew she didn't stand a chance. And her intruder knew it too.

"Now," he said, "Let's get these clothes off of you. I've been waiting so long to see what's under them."

He reached for the knife once again, causing Anna to stiffen.

"Lay very still, okay?" he said, as he slipped the edge of the knife under the fabric of her shirt. Working with precision, he made three separate cuts: two at each shoulder, and one long one up the front of the shirt, from hem to collar. After placing the knife back on the nightstand, he pulled the fabric aside and then out from under her, leaving her naked from the waist up.

"Oh Anna," he said. "I always knew you would have incredible tits, but finally seeing them in person they're even better than I imagined."

Anna turned her head to the side, trying to imagine herself anywhere but here under the gaze of this total stranger. Suddenly she felt the soft brush of fingers tracing their way up her ribcage and flinched.

"Easy, Anna, I'm not going to hurt you, remember? Just going to explore your body for a bit. Try to relax."

His hands found their way to her breasts and pressed them together, admiring her cleavage. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, already hard from the cool night air, then gently flicked them a few times, teasing her. Anna felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she realized her body was actually responding to his stimulations. Each flick of his fingers sent a small shockwave straight down to her most private place, and she could feel herself growing aroused. How could her own body betray her like this? It was bad enough to be groped against her will by an intruder in her home. She didn't want to enjoy any part of this.

Unfortunately her body had other ideas. She resolved not to let him see the effect he was having, laying as still as she could and not making a sound as he bent down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, teasing slow circles around it with his tongue as his hand softly squeezed her other breast. He alternated back and forth a few times, sucking and kneading, playing with her nipples, making sure both of her breasts received equal attention. It felt like forever before he finally came up for air.

"Did you like that, Anna?" he whispered in her ear. "Did you like me playing with your gorgeous tits?"

"No!" cried Anna. "How could you think I would like that?!"

From her body's perspective, she knew it was a lie. She just prayed he hadn't been able to tell.

He laughed at her outburst. "We'll see if that's true soon enough. I could get lost in your tits forever, my dear. But we've got a lot of other things to get to, so I'd better move things along."

He gave her nipples one last appreciative tweak before moving further down the bed.

"Lift up your hips for me, sweetie."

Anna let out a sob, but knew she had no choice. Complying with his command, she raised her hips a few inches off the bed and felt him grab the waistband of her pajama pants and underwear, pulling both of them off her in one fluid motion before tossing them to the side. She squeezed her legs shut as he looked her up and down, licking his lips as though she were a delicious meal to be devoured.

"Oh Anna, you have an absolutely beautiful body."

She felt his hand touch her ankle, then move slowly upwards past her lower leg, her knee, her thigh, pausing just before it reached her center which was partially hidden by tufts of soft brown hair.

"Hmm," he said. "it looks like I'll have to prepare you a bit before fully enjoying you."

Before Anna could figure out what the hell he meant by that, he produced two more lengths of rope out of his pocket. Easily prying her legs apart, he tied each of her ankles to the posts on either side of the bed. In her spread out position she was now fully exposed to him, more helpless than ever. She suddenly felt the cold air on her pussy, and realized with horror that his earlier actions had made her quite wet.

He saw it too.

"I had a feeling you enjoyed that more than you were letting on," he said with a smirk. "Don't worry, there's more where that came from. But first let's get you ready."

He stood up off the bed and then walked into her bathroom. What could he possibly be doing in there? She heard water running and a few other noises before he re-emerged, carrying a tray with a bowl full of water along with a towel, a washcloth, shaving cream, and her razor. Seeing what he had in mind Anna strained against the ropes, desperately trying to pull free, but it was no use. He set the tray down on the bed and placed his hand firmly on her lower abdomen, holding her in place.

"Calm down now, Anna. You're going to have to hold very still for this part, okay? Otherwise I may slip and cut you, and we don't want that, do we?"

Anna sobbed but knew there was no escape from this -- all she could do was lie as still as possible to avoid getting accidentally hurt. She stopped struggling and tried her best to breathe as he slid the towel underneath her and positioned himself between her legs.

Starting at the top, he used his fingers to spread the shaving cream over her mound, then down both sides of her outer lips, all the way to her tiny pink rosebud. He was very careful to avoid touching her most sensitive spots, although to her horror she realized that was exactly what her body seemed to want. Against her will, her clit throbbed with desire, something which did not escape his attention.

'All in good time, my dear," he said, smiling at her knowingly. "First things first."

He grabbed the razor and began making short, delicate strokes downward, carefully shaving every square inch of her pussy until it was completely smooth from top to bottom. Once satisfied with his work, he dipped the washcloth in the bowl of water and gently wiped her clean.

The warm water felt nice against her skin. Having never shaved before, she couldn't help but marvel at the sensation of feeling so smooth. With all the hair stripped away she felt more sensitive than ever before. Each brush of the washcloth against her was like an electric shock to her nervous system.

"Much better," he said, patting her dry and removing the towel from under her. He stood up and carried the tray of equipment back to the bathroom, then returned to view the results of his work.

Moving between her legs again, he caressed his hands along her upper thighs, up then down, over and over, each time getting closer and closer to her center. Anna tried her hardest not to react, but when his fingers finally found their way to the newly-shaved lips of her pussy, she couldn't help but let out a small moan.

"So sensitive," he observed. "I think your little pussy is enjoying this attention, isn't it?"

He traced his finger up and down her folds, in and around every crevice, until the bed beneath her was soaked with her juices. Only then did he insert the tip of his index finger into her aching pussy, swirling it teasingly around the entrance, as the thumb from his other hand found her clit and traced around it in slow, deliberate circles. He slowly pushed his index finger deep inside of her, then pulled it back out, rubbing all the most sensitive spots along the way before resuming the shallow swirling motions at the opening. He spent several minutes stimulating her in the same manner, alternating between superficial swirling and long, deep strokes, while the circles around her clit remained slow and constant. His ministrations were calculated, just enough to make her want more but never quite giving it to her.

By this point Anna had lost all hope of hiding her body's reactions and was gasping with each touch, straining against the ropes.

"Do you want me to make you cum, my dear?" he asked.

"No!" she cried. "Please just stop!" Though her body craved more, the last thing she wanted was to lose control of herself before this man. She desperately tried to hold onto what remained of her dignity.

He laughed softly at her internal struggle. "I'm not sure you really want me to stop, but lucky for you, you don't have a choice anyway."

She felt his hands leave her as his weight shifted. Despite herself she momentarily felt empty and frustrated without his touch, but it wasn't long before his hands were replaced by his warm, soft tongue exploring her in the same way that his fingers had. He used his tongue to tease and taste every inch of her, licking up and down the entire length of her slit and exploring every fold until finding his way to her swollen clit. Relentlessly he stimulated the sensitive bud, sucking it into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over and around it, experimenting with different motions to learn which ones made her squirm the most. His finger returned to her pussy, sliding deep inside her, thrusting in and out as his tongue continued to work its magic. A second finger joined the first, filling her even further.

Anna wasn't sure how much more she could stand when suddenly she felt a third finger circling her other hole and began to panic.

"NO!" she screamed. "Not there, please not there!"

Anna had never allowed anyone to play with her ass before, finding the whole idea disgusting.

"Shhh, Anna," his mouth broke away from her pussy as he quieted her. "it's going to happen whether you want it or not. Just relax and enjoy it."

Enjoy it?? Anna thought. How could she possibly-

Before she could even finish the thought she felt his finger begin to push into her tight hole. Thanks to his previous efforts, there was so much lubrication to work with that he was able to easily slide it into her and begin thrusting in and out in rhythm with the fingers still inside her pussy.

Anna had never felt anything like this before. She was torn between disgust at the idea of anything going in her ass, and amazement at the feeling of both holes being filled at the same time. When his tongue returned to expertly attend to her clit, she couldn't help but let a loud moan escape, overwhelmed by all the sensations.

It didn't take long before she felt the familiar unstoppable buildup to what was about to be the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her climax hit her with full force, arriving in waves of pleasure that she was made to ride over and over before eventually being brought back to reality. She heard a voice screaming and realized it was her own. The whole time his tongue and fingers continued their unrelenting assault on all of her most sensitive areas, until finally she collapsed, spent.

As she tried to catch her breath he pulled his fingers out and lay down on his side next to her, resting his hand below her belly button. His thumb rubbed back and forth in a tender motion that would have been comforting if not for the fact that she was completely humiliated. She felt betrayed by her own body, unable to resist the manipulations of this stranger who had now seen her lose all control despite her best efforts. She hated that he'd made her body feel so good, hated that he'd been able to control her so easily. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she burst into tears.

"Shhh," she heard him say beside her. "There, there, sweet Anna. I know you enjoyed that, is that really so bad? I loved feeling your pussy and ass convulsing around my fingers. You come so beautifully when you give in to it."

"Please just let me go," said Anna through her tears.

"Oh I'm not done with you yet, my dear," he replied, causing her to whimper in defeat.

He stood beside the bed and stripped off his clothes, revealing his smooth, toned body and a rock hard cock that looked to be at least eight inches if not more. He lay back down beside her, resting his hand on her stomach again, and softly kissed her collarbone and neck before moving his lips up to her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Anna," he whispered to her. "Are you ready to feel my cock inside your tight little pussy?"

"Please don't," Anna pleaded.

His hand slid down and began lightly rubbing her clit again. It was still so sensitive from before that she let out a moan of surprise.

"Your words say one thing, but your body says another," he said as he bent down to gently bite her right nipple. "I love how wet you are for me."

He moved on top of her, using his hands to spread her knees as far apart as they would go and positioning the tip of his cock right at her entrance. She closed her eyes, deciding the best thing would be to try to disassociate herself completely from the situation. She should have known he wouldn't let her get away with that.

"Open your eyes, Anna. Look at me," he said.

She continued to squeeze her eyes shut, trying to picture herself anywhere else.

"Anna," he said sternly. "Don't make me reach for the knife again. I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't do what I say, I'll have to find a way to make you."

Crap, she'd forgotten about the knife. Although he had yet to hurt her, she knew his threat was very real. Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her eyes and looked into his.

"Good girl," he said, staring back at her. "Now I want you to keep your eyes open the whole time, okay? No trying to hide yourself away. Just keep looking at me."

Anna felt like she wanted to die. Wasn't it bad enough that he had tied her up, shaved her, and forced her body to betray her? Bad enough that he was raping her in her own bed? Couldn't he leave her one final shred of dignity?

But she knew it was pointless to argue, and he knew it too. He smiled at her knowingly as he stared into her eyes and plunged his entire length deep inside of her in one smooth stroke.

Her eyes went wide and she had to use all of her willpower not to turn away. He was much bigger than any of her previous partners, and despite how wet she was, it hurt to have something stretch her out that much. She instinctively tried to pull away from him but his hips and hands held her firmly in place.

"Oh Anna," he said to her. "Your pussy feels so tight and warm around my cock, just like I knew it would. We're gonna stay just like this for a minute, okay sweetie? That'll give you time to adjust to me."

He stayed motionless for a moment as she did her best to breathe through the pain. It didn't take long for the ache to dull as her muscles opened up to accommodate him.

"Here, this'll help," he said, reaching his hand between them to find her clit with his thumb. She gasped at the additional stimulation and reflexively shut her eyes.

"Eyes on me, Anna!" he warned her, and she made herself look back at him.

He resumed rubbing her clit, watching her intently. Even more than before he was able to gauge each and every reaction in order to learn the exact motions that drove her body crazy, and there was nothing she could do to hide it.

He began to move inside her, slowly at first, then faster, deeper, going all the way to her back wall with every thrust and hitting every single nerve ending along the way. As the minutes went by he was like a machine, never tiring, driving himself into her over and over for what felt like ages. Sometimes her eyes would glaze over but he was ready for that too, flicking her clit to keep her in the present, not letting her escape for even a moment.

And then she felt it again, the buildup inside her that couldn't be stopped. She exploded into an even more powerful climax than before, riding wave after wave of ecstasy, screaming and moaning in a voice she barely recognized. And he saw it all, holding himself deep inside of her as she came, his eyes staring straight into her soul. Every thought, every emotion, every sensation that coursed through her -- nothing was hidden from him as she forced her eyes to stay locked on his, knowing the punishment that awaited her if she didn't.

Only when she had collapsed with exhaustion did he finally break eye contact, leaning down to press his lips against hers and slide his tongue deep into her mouth as he resumed thrusting his cock in and out of her. It didn't take long before his own orgasm hit, and she felt him erupt into her in what felt like a never-ending stream.