He paused, his cock nestled just outside my puckered anus. My stomach lurched, in full knowledge of my imminent defilement, and a sob escaped my chest, muffled through the gag. He laughed, quietly, and pressed the head against me. I tried, struggled, fought to relax the sphincter, but relaxing was impossible. My secret orifice bulged inwards under the pressure of his cock, and was forced open. I leant forwards against my bonds, trying to escape, as his shaft invaded me, stretching me open as I gasped, futilely.
-x-
It had been a quiet evening: my flat-mate, Mel, was away, and my boyfriend, Chris, was working late. Left to my own devices, I'd picked up a take-away on the way home, dug up a spare duvet, and settled down in front of the television for an evening on my own terms. Several hours later, I had a shower, checked the doors, and went to bed.
I'm sure I checked the doors.
I sleep pretty soundly, and that night was no exception. I woke, suddenly, into unexpected light, and in terror, with a hand clasped tight over my mouth. I went rigid, and my shout was lost.
"Shhh," came his voice, "You should know better than to struggle."
His weight suddenly pressed down on my, locking my limbs from moving, though I tried to thrash them free. No use: too heavy, too strong. A thick cloth came down, and was cinched across my mouth. I could breath, but my calls were muffled into nothingness.
I thrashed around again, and nearly got a hand free. He caught it, though, in a vice. Tugging it down, I felt a rope loop around my wrist, and then my arm was pulled out, and up, to the top of the bed.
Frantic, now, I tried to free my other arm, a leg; anything. No use.
My other hand was caught in moments, cuffed, and stretched up.
His weight, now, was sat over my hips. I brought my knee up, hard, into his back, but he swayed forwards, unperturbed. I tried again: nothing. He shuffled back, and the mass of him on my thighs prevented me from moving my legs again.
His hand went to the buttons on my top, and I knew, then, what this was. I squirmed, trying to escape those hands, knowing all the while that it was pointless, tied and trapped as I was. Sure enough, the buttons came undone, the top opened, and my boobs exposed. Gagged, but at least not blindfolded, but it did mean I could see his greedy, covetous gaze wander across my chest. He grabbed one breast, and his mouth descended hungrily to the other. I bucked my hips, again, but his weight was immovable.
I gasped as his teeth grazed my nipple, which involuntarily came to attention; taut and upright. He chuckled into my chest, as he cruelly pinched the other nipple. With a bud between each finger and thumb, he tugged upwards rhythmically, causing my boobs to bob and bounce.
Grinning, he turned. Holding my legs down, he sat across my thighs, and I felt another noose encircle each ankle, before my legs were pulled straight down to the bottom of my bed. I moaned into the gag, watching him, as he knelt beside me and tugged down my pyjamas, uncovering me. Throwing my trousers to one side, he released one foot, only to shift the shackle to the corner of the bed; then the other.
