He stood, waiting outside of the door staring as the arms of his analog watch ticked gradually in their never ending trek. He had been standing for hours, it seemed, and frost had begun to collect on his salt speckled red beard and the shoulders of his black jacket. He was cold, even with the collar pulled tight up against his neck, but still he waited.
Tick. Tick. Tick. In the eerie silence of the night he could clearly hear his watch as the mechanism rhythmically moved.
Finally, with a finality he found absolutely
scintillating
the hour struck 12. He bent down and picked up a key he knew would be hidden underneath a rock near the porch. He calmly, quietly slipped into the house, and pulled his bag off his shoulder. Silently, he slipped off his heavy wet jacket and draped it across a chair. Kneeling, he opened his duffel bag and pushed aside several lengths of black rope, nodding to himself as he took stock.
Seemingly satisfied he pulled four lengths of rope out and draped them across his forearm, picked up his bag, and crept through the house. Though he had never been there he was easily able to make his way to the master bedroom. The house was small, and with the light coming through the windows, easy to navigate, seeing as the curtains were poorly hung on nails.
He paused outside of the door he wanted. Knowing the object of his desires was on the other side. He turned the knob, and froze as a loud squeak broke the silence. After a few moments of listening, nothing stirred, and he opened the door wider.
Slowly, a cozy bedroom came into view, dimly lit from the windows of the backyard. He glanced out of them, a large well lit building stood across the back yard and across a street. He realized anyone looking from that building would be able to see the goings on in this room if they looked carefully. A grin came across his face, good. He hoped someone would be around to see the show.
His sight glanced across the small room, a closed and crooked bi fold door, probably a closet stood to his left, then an old desk, and a comfortable looking sewing chair in front of a large window overlooking the back yard. Finally, to his right was a platform bed, pushed up against the wall, framed by some sort of cloth decoration where the headboard should be. Laying shamelessly on top of a mountain of soft and fuzzy blankets he saw her.
A mane of beautiful wavy dark hair splayed out around her head. She had caramel colored skin, deeply kissed by days in the sun. In sleep her face was relaxed, tantalizing full lips were slightly parted sitting beneath an adorable cute nose. Her head listed to the side, showing off a neck and collar bone his teeth craved to bite into.
Gazing lowered to full, large breasts greeting his eyes, and his cock twitched in his pants. He reached down and grabbed it as though reassuring it. Soon, he muttered silently. He took a moment to admire the curves of her body. She was short, with a lot of sex in a small package.
He gently lowered his bag to the ground again, pausing as a soft metallic clink thundered into the room. She shifted slightly, rubbing her face across her hair and the softness of the blankets, then stilled again, her soft breath gently raising and lowering her breasts. He moved forward, placing the extra lengths of rope beside him, he found places on the frame of the bed to secure the rope on each side of the headboard. He moved to the foot of the bed a metal foot board offered several great anchor points. Finally, he took a deep breath, and moved back up to the headboard. He gently grabbed her hand and he slipped it through a ring of several loops of rope, with a practiced flick of his fingers the arm was secured, and she had barely stirred.
He moved to the other side of the headboard, he grabbed her hand and gently pulled it the other direction, again slipping it through the loops. As he finished his knot he saw her head begin to loll towards him, her eyes flutter open, and then widen in shock and fear. His back was now to the light of the windows and all she could see was his dark silhouette.
She began to pull in a panic at her arms, breathing hard. He watched as her naked legs thrashed around. He stepped onto the bed and straddle her hips, keeping her still with the weight of his body. He reached down with one hand and grabbed a handful of her soft hair and yanked back her head. With a
Crack
his right hand struck the side of her face. She whimpered as he leaned in close.
"Shut the Fuck up Fiona, or should I say Kali?" She froze, and whimpered pulling against his hand in her hair. "That's right, I know what a hot little internet whore you can be." She started to scream, only for it to be cut off by a grunt as his hand met the side of her face again.
She whimpered, thrashing and kicking her legs. He rolled off of her and caught one, securing it to the frame at the foot of the bed. After a few moments of struggle he managed to tie her last appendage. She still thrashed, but with a nearly pleading resignation of her lack of control. She inhaled to scream again and snakelike his hand whipped across her face. Her cheek stinging and red she continued to whimper silently.
"You little cunt, you are going to
learn
to behave." He reached into his bag, pulled out a ball gag.
"Open," he said as she stubbornly stared at him. He reached down with his left hand and pinched her nipple between his fingers, and
twisted
until she opened her mouth to gasp in pain. He jammed the gag between her lips, and deftly fastened it behind her head.
"Let's teach you some manners." He straddled her again, this time to his hard dick would be felt against her stomach. He sat up, held his hand up,
SMACK,
a hand sped down and met her left tit.
"Stupid Cunt"
SMACK,
he slapped her other breast, shaking her whole torso.
"Teasing little Fuck"
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
He mercilessly slapped her tits as she struggled against her bonds, thrashing left and right. She looked down, clear hand prints were visible in places, and both of her tits were red and angry from the abuse.
"You going to behave now?" He smiled evilly. She didn't move.
SMACK, his hand came down across her right nipple, pain jolted across her body and she arched her back underneath him, pressing into the tip of his very hard cock.
SMACK, his hand moved to her other nipple. She thrashed, a heat beginning to fill her body.
"I know, I bet your holding out for this huh? He reached behind him, raised a hand up, and let it fall directly on her pussy with a
CRACK
.
Something changed. His hand raised back up, wet. Instead of a whimper or scream of fear, all that escape her lips around the ball gag was a deep, guttural moan.
"You like that Bitch?" Another wet slap against the moist lips of her pussy.
"HMMMMMMMMMM"
"Good Fucking Girl.
If I let an arm go are you going to behave?
"
She nodded, quickly, blushing and trying to hide her face. He reached down, drew her face up to his. "Are you?"
She nodded again, more emphatically.
