I'm the middle of my kitchen in the pitch black dark. I'm looking out at the city, drinking warm milk. I couldn't sleep. Suddenly, I hear a noise behind me. I scream, but his hand is already over my mouth. My heart races, the adrenaline pumps. I begin to kick out in any way I can. He picks me up like nothing, my feet facing away from him, trying to protecting his body from my blows. He takes me to the bedroom. He quickly flicks the bedroom lights off. I still haven't seen his face, his body's behind me, but not close. I keep kicking back, but rarely make contact.
He clamps a hand cuff on my wrist, and attaches it to the bed post. With even one cuff tethered, I know it's all over. He quickly cuffs my ankles and remaining free wrist to the four posts of my bed. I'm stuck, completely vulnerable, exposed. I feel tears come to my eyes. How could I let myself get into this position? My screaming has stopped out shame, but he gags me tightly regardless. Though all I could see of him before was a large, looming, shadowy figure, he blindfolds me. I whimper as he takes away my access to light. I feel more vulnerable still.
I feel something cold touch the skin just above the neckline of my nightgown. It makes me jump. The blade digs into my skin just enough tell me the cold object is a knife. My heart pounds as I feel the cold metal caress my breasts. Then I hear ripping and feel air lick my body as he cuts my dress from neck to hem. I feel the tip dip into my panties, the cold metal pushing my pussy hair aside. In two quick motions my panties leave me. Splayed as I am, my pussy and every other part of me is completely exposed.
I whimper and squirm against the restraints, feeling exposed, embarrassed and scared. I feel even more scared, as I realize where I'm squirming the most. My hips rolling against the bed, I feel myself getting wet. That's sick. How could you possible let this situation arouse you? I sigh. You're a dirty girl. Fingers tickle the bottom of my feet, I squirm more. Then they travel up the inside of my ankles. I fear I know where they're heading. They travel slowly up my inner thighs. My heart pounds as I brace myself for the invasion.
I think that I should call out in protest, but I don't feel the urge. My gag is hindering communication, regardless. His fingers caress my thighs, but then he's on the move again. His fingers skip my very exposed holes, and gently dance on my upper pussy. He crosses my stomach, and stops at my chest giving special attention to my breasts. He circles his fingers along the large base of my D cups, then he circles closer and closer to my nipples. I squirm as he circles the very outside of my areolas. But then he moves on caressing my neck, crawling up my chin.
He quickly releases my gag and sticks three fingers in my mouth. "Suck," he instructs. I start to obey, but then I realize I'm appalled at the order. I'm not going to make it easier for him to rape me. I bite down instead. My teeth release and my head rings as he swings a hand hard across my cheek. He growls, "You will be punished for your insubordination," he says the words slowly punctuating each one frightfully. I feel his breath on my ear. Over the pounding in my head I hear forced whisper, "Don't forget, I know you're enjoying this." He plunges a single finger into my pussy, quickly followed by a second, I scream and begin to thrash. This, unfortunately, pushes his rough fingers further into me, and rubs his thumb against my clit. I give a very involuntary, slight moan. I can't believe I could find pleasure in this situation! I'm sick; I begin to cry. "Stop, please stop," I sob.
He chuckles, then takes his fingers from my pussy (I feel relieved and disappointed at once), and stuffs them in my mouth. "These lips," he says as he harshly pumps his fingers in my mouth, the taste of my cum overwhelms me, "say stop, but these," he takes his hand from my mouth trails it down my body, past my breasts, abdomen, pubic hair, and deeply plunges into my pussy; Three fingers this time, "are telling me to keep on going." I moan and arch my back this time. Before I can refute or explain, his mouth comes down on me, my clit assaulted by his tongue while four fingers plunge in and out of me. His fingers curl against my special spot. I scream, "ah, ah, ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh" as I come close to orgasm.
Then, as suddenly as he started, he pulls his lips away and his sopping fingers out. I whimper loudly in disappointment, and almost cry. I'm still writhing on the bed, trying to get off.
"But, of course, I'm always first," He straddles my shoulders, squishing my breasts against his bare ass. I move my mouth to the side and close it tightly, guarding myself from what was about to come. He uses a low growl individually punctuating each word, "You WILL suck my cock now, if you do not or if you bite down on my cock you will be punished." His hand reaches back and cups my pussy, I writhe against it trying to get off. "If I don't cum, you don't cum, " he tells me harshly as he pulls his hand away.
I groan in disappointment. I forgot I was trying to keep my mouth shut. He forces his cock in. I try to pull away, but it's too late. "That's a girl," he praises me as he pumps into my mouth. He starts to fuck my mouth hard. I'm having trouble breathing, I'm sputtering at any oxygen I can get. He fucks my face harder. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. He pulls my hair back hard; forcing his cock further down my throat now. I feel myself starting to pass out from not breathing. I don't want to be unconscious with this guy. Who know what he'll do to me? I bite down hard on his cock. If he's going to kill me, I mind as well take what I can with me. I try to bit his penis off. But before succeed it's ripped from my mouth. He slaps me hard on the face as he yells, "Fucking bitch, you will be punished." He roughly reattaches my gag, as I'm trying to catch my breath from the assaults. I breath raggedly against it.
He leaves the room. I feel relieved, even though I know something bad is coming. I just want him out of here for as long as possible. If he puts that fucking dick in my mouth again, I'll bite even harder. I don't care what he does to me. He comes back in. I'm still feeling defiant. Without a word he wraps rough rope around my wrists. I hear him tying the other ends to the bed. I wonder why he has to double secure me, but then release my wrists from the cuffs.
I'm so shocked, for a moment I don't move a muscle, but then I begin to thrash against the new ropes. I discover they have a lot of give. I hit out at him in any way I can. But as I can't see him and he can see me, it's a more tiring than successful venture. He un-cuffs my ankles. I kick out at him in thanks. But he grabs me roughly by the ankles and flips my hips around so my ass is in the air. I don't like this at all. I fight kicking and hitting back at him. He grabs my ankles again and pulls hard, dragging my legs roughly over the foot board until all my slack is gone, and I'm pulled taut against my wrist ropes. He cuffs my ankles to the base of the bed posts. My pussy is sitting on the footboard. I continue to pull against my restraints, but all my struggles are rubbing my pussy, and my pussy is getting hot and wet, yet again.
WHACK. Not wasting anytime his hand comes down hard on my ass. "Ehhh," I scream against the gag. Before I have a moment to recover, he hits me again. Even harder than the first. So hard, tears are forced out my eyes. I suck in a big halting breath as he continues to whack me. I start to sob. Why is he doing this to me? It's not fair! I'm a good person. Thwack. I scream and cry fresh tears. That wasn't his hand. Thwack. I feel whip ends lick different parts of my ass. Despite myself and all the pain, I still feel my pussy getting sopping wet. I'm sure it's not something he's missed, my holes are incredibly exposed. As a change of pace he inflicts the whip somewhat gently up at my pussy. It hurts, but I feel the fluids flowing as my pussy continues to rub against the foot board.
He's thwacking my poor raw ass, alternating between his strong hand and the whip, but he's caressing his handiwork as he goes. Even the caressing hurts, as the skin is so beaten, but it's undeniably arousing. And now I'm noticeable humping the foot board. I can't help it. It's my only solace in all this pain. But I fear what will happen if I cum. This is all the punishment I can take. I'm writhing, pulling against my restraints moving my body in whatever little way I can. His whips abandoned for the moment, his hands come down on me in a rhythmic fashion. One hand hitting my pussy, the other coming down alternatively on each cheek. I think the blows aren't as hard anymore. Maybe my ass has become numb or maybe his hand has become tired.
