The house was shrouded in darkness when I arrived home. I was just about to reach for the light switch, when I felt a strong hand wrap itself over my mouth, smothering any screams that might have burst forth, a second snaked around my waist pulling me tightly against a masculine form. My heart began to race and fear loomed in my eyes. Instinct took over and I began to struggle, kicking my legs out then back hoping to connect and inflict pain, hoping to escape
"Stop struggling whore!" was whispered harshly against my ear.
I could barely breathe, as his large hand remained clamped down, grinding my lips against my teeth painfully. My fear increased as I felt something cold and dangerous pressed against the delicate flesh of my throat.
"Stop it or I'll make you wish you had." the hot words tickled my ear as the cold pressure against my throat bit slightly. I knew now what he held against my throat and could feel the sharp blade neatly part my tender flesh. My mind screamed out to my body...relax...just do what he says then every thing will be all right. I stopped struggling, though my mind was on overdrive.
His voice was like gravel as he said; "Now I'm going to take my hand away, if you scream or even look like you're going to scream, I'll finish what the knife started. Nod if you understand."
I could barely breath through my fright and simply nodded. Yes I'd be good; yes I'd do anything to make this stop. I could feel the hand being pulled away slowly. My heart pounded in my chest, the overwhelming need to do something to try to save myself welled up inside me but I swallowed it down. I knew my attacker was serious and would make good on his threat if I so much as twitched wrong. I stood there trembling and could feel his eyes roaming over my body.
I stiffened as I felt the blade against my skin. My eyes misted with tears as I felt and heard the material of my clothing being cut from my body. My bottom lip trembled with the rest of me as he ripped my clothes away until all that remained was a lacy black bra and thong, God how I wished right then, that I wore more conventional under things. I could do nothing but stand there waiting for whatever he intended to do with me, the blade hovering close to my body.
I watched as he circled me, then gasped as he roughly grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back. I could hear metal and felt the cold unforgiving cuffs as he bound my wrists then another set higher just above the elbows. I nearly screamed when he placed a blindfold over my eyes. I began to tremble harder with the realization that now any escape would be impossible.
I stumbled, loosing my footing as he roughly pushed me forward. He grabbed me by my now bound arms to keep me upright and I bit my lip to keep from screaming in shear pain as the muscles in my shoulders protested the position. I finally found my footing again and stumbled into the living room where he shoved me to the floor onto my knees.
I knelt, head down waiting for his next assault. I could hear him walking around me and felt his eyes on me. With my arms back behind me like they were it pushed my breasts out. My knees were widely spread and aching as the carpet bit into them. I felt very vulnerable in this position. I tried to move my knees together but a low growl from him made me think twice. I knew my breasts were inviting trouble jutting out like they were and I couldn't help but jump when I felt the blade between them as he cut the material away.
His voice held a hint of amusement, "ooo, nice tits" as he began to maul them with his strong hands, pinching the nipples roughly, making me whimper and fresh tears to spring up in my eyes behind the blindfold.
My mind couldn't understand when or how but somewhere in all the terror and pain I could feel my body betray me, could feel wetness forming between my widely spread knees. I whimpered softly, praying silently to anyone or anything that he didn't or wouldn't notice and again I tried to bring my knees together to hide my shame.
"Don't you dare bitch, keep them apart just as they are!" he growled accentuating his meaning with the blade to her tender throat again.
I swallowed hard and nodded whispering "ok." His hands began to roam over my stomach and down further. I whimpered as I felt his index finger slip under the waistband of my thong and pull it away from my body, then the cold metal caressing my flesh as he cut the thin material away exposing me completely. As he ripped the shredded thong away I shuddered with fear, and what, excitement? I wasn't sure and thought this couldn't excite me...rape?? How?? Is it even possible? His fingers slowly made their way over my cleanly shaven sex as hot tears soaked the blindfold and ran unchecked down my cheeks. He now knew my betrayal in full.
His voice rumbled close to my ear, "So the bitch likes it rough. You really are nothing but a whore, a slut." as his fingers opened me completely. My clit throbbing with excitement, my cunt spasming as he worked first one, then two and finally three huge fingers into me. I whimpered, unwilling to let my body have complete control. My mind tried to find a place to hide until this was over but the electric shocks running from my clit and pussy up through the rest of me was more then my mind could take and a soft pleasurable moan escaped my lips.