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.
Spread-eagled, I couldn't hide any part of my nakedness from him. I pulled and thrashed my arms and legs, trying to either loosen the bonds, or at least hide my spread pussy from his longing look.
Nothing. There was no give in the knots, nor the rope, nor the bedframe. He let me thrash, watched me as I realised this. Then, as my furious movements subsided, only then, did he strip. I watched, powerless to look away, as he did so, bulging shorts last, revealing his long, hard cock. Transfixed by this, I lay there as he came to me, and knelt on the bed once more beside me. Reaching down, between my legs, he thrust two fingers roughly between my lips. My hips bucked, as I tried to avoid his touch. I was surprised, confused, when his hand came away, and his face came towards me instead.
"How am I going to fuck you when you're dry?" he muttered. He moved so that he was kneeling between my legs, and lowered his face to my crotch with a lecherous grin up at my wide-eyed surprise. A hand clamped on each thigh, I could do nothing to stop his probing tongue from prising apart my lips, and searching, hard and wet, between them. Licking up from my opening, he slicked a path to the top of my cleft, and my hips twitched, out of my control, as he located the little nub therein. He laughed as he flicked his tongue over it, and down again along the slit, and back.
My response was reflexive; spontaneous; not of my doing.
My pussy flooded as he circled my clit, and a soft moan escaped my lips: shame and unsought pleasure in equal parts.
He took one hand from my leg, the other pressed down on my stomach to hold me still. Tongue still burrowing in my cleft, his fingers poked at my opening. He lifted his face.
"Much better."
