It was hot in the living room but even hotter in the bedroom, so Rosy had decided to sleep on the floor on the cushions from the sofa. Perhaps watching television would allow her to drift off to sleep. She was in the house alone, so she only had on a pair of panties. The tank top she usually wore was even too warm, so she'd even shed that. Laying there nearly naked, her 40D chest was damp from the heat. Eventually her eyes began to get heavy and she fell asleep with the sounds of the tv still droning away.
Suddenly she awoke, but was so disoriented. She was being carried over someone's shoulder, down a set of stairs, through a door and flopped down on bed, and then she was left alone.
So hazy, like someone had drugged her. She looked around, but it was a very sparse room. A bed with posts, strange looking walls, a chest,
mirrors on the ceiling. She tried to move but her limbs felt heavy, though, she was aware and could feel sensation.
She heard heavy footsteps and the door was flung open. A very big man came in carrying a bag. He set the bag down and walked to the bed looking down onto her nearly naked body.
He was dressed in black leather chaps, vest and had a mask that just covered around his eyes. For a moment the thought, how could he be dressed like that it's so hot, but it wasn't hot. It was actually very chilly. She realized as she looked up at her reflection. Her nipples were hard.
He didn't speak, but reached out and got two pillows... I'm going to die; He's going to smother me. She tried to move but her attempts were feeble. Suddenly a deep, growling voice came from the man. "You're not going anywhere."
He moved her like a rag doll and flipped her over on belly pulled her to the edge of the bed, stuffing the pillows under her hips so her ass stuck up in the air.
Rosy started to cry. "Stop crying, I haven't given you a reason to cry yet." She stopped. He was rummaging in the bag, but she couldn't see what he was pulling out.
She heard a click and something cold and metallic against her skin. Her panties were being cut off her. Suddenly she felt something cold and wet being rubbed around her tight little asshole, and without warning something was shoved up her ass. It was big, and she gasped, and started crying again.
"I said, no crying, but since you can't obey I'll have to punish you." A large hand came down across her pale white ass, making her scream out." Scream as loud as you want, no one can hear you. It's soundproof" He spanked her again and again. Then moved his hand and began again. It burned, but now it hurt even more. Whatever he'd stuck up her ass, the spanking was making it go in even further and the pressure was stretching her ass open even more.
"Now tell me to fuck you.If you don't this will only get worse."
Stammering out "F-f-f-fuck me."
"Fuck me what?....and call Me Sir, and you'd better beg for it."
