It's an unseasonably warm fall evening as you lay in bed feeling the warm breeze from the open window roll over your body. Clothed only in your black teddy that your husband bought for you last year, the soft sounds of the night and the gentle whirling of the ceiling fan lull you into a light slumber.
As you lie on your side and drift in and out of sleep, you hear a creak on the floor and feel the mattress move as hubby slides into bed behind you. You feel his naked body spooning yours and you smile knowing exactly what he is looking for as he presses his hard cock up against your ass. Gently, he takes your arms and raises them above your head.
Hearing a soft clicking sound, your eyes snap open and you come awake immediately as you remember that your husband is in Atlantic City this weekend. Unable to move your arms you feel the cold steel of the handcuffs that are locked against the headboard. Before you can cry out, a hand covers your mouth and muffles your building scream. A strong leg wraps around your thighs pulling you close to your attacker. Your breath quickens as you hear the voice you can never forget, but thought you would never hear again.
"Hello, Suzanne......did you miss me? It's been so long, but I told you I'd come back."
Struggling, you try to shake him off, but he holds you too tight against his body. Softly, he laughs in your ear,
"That's it, slut, fight me. I get so turned on when you fight. Do you remember the last time, lover? You fought me then too, but you remember how that ended, don't you?"
You do remember the last time. You remember his power over you, forcing you to submit to his carnal desires. How he forced you to suck his cock, feeling his hard shaft slide past your lips as he fucked your mouth. You remember the feeling of his lips and tongue as they ravished your tits. Most of all, you remember the feeling of his dick sliding into your wet pussy and the orgasms that you experienced at the hands of your rapist.
"I missed you, Suzanne. I thought hubby was never going to leave so we could have what we had before. I've never had the desire to re-visit my prey before, but I have to fuck that sweet pussy of yours again and I'll bet you need some hard cock in you too."
Rolling you on your back, he straddles your stomach. His hard cock rubs against the soft fabric of your teddy. Your eyes grow wide as you see the knife in his hand.
"Please, don't hurt me. My...my husband will be home any second. I won't tell anyone, please."
"Nice try, lover, but your husband is out of town, leaving us all alone."
"I...I'll scream...the neighbors..."
"...are too far away to do you any good, bitch. You live so far out in the country, no one will hear your screams, go ahead."
Taking the knife, he leans down and begins to cut the straps of your teddy. You continue to struggle as he slowly peels your top off revealing your heaving breasts.
"No...NO, HELP, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME."
Your screams echo with your attackers laughter as he leans back to begin cutting away your panties. You struggle against your bonds, but can't move as his body still pins your legs. As he pulls your ruined panties away, you're horrified to see they are wet.
"Let's see if those titties of yours are as sensitive as I remember."
Your feel your pussy growing wetter as he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth. You continue to scream as he bites and sucks your tit, his rough stubble rubbing against your breast. Your screams turn to gasps as he takes your other nipple in his mouth and proceeds to ravish it as well. Your head arches back as you accept his unwanted touch and you revel in the electric tingling running through your body. You don't realize your legs are spread wide until you feel his fingers rubbing your pussy lips.
Reflexively, you close your legs, but it is too late as he works his fingers deep into your twat. Focusing on your swelling clit, his fingers continue to rub your pussy and you grow wetter with each stroke. Lost in the feeling of your body betraying you, you slowly spread your legs affording him easier access to your moist mound.
"That's it, slut, go with it. Damn, I do remember how wet you got last time. If anything, you're hornier than last time."
Tears of guilt roll down your cheeks as you let him ravage you. You do remember the last time when he raped you. How you couldn't bring yourself to tell your husband or the police because then you might have to admit to yourself how much you enjoyed being assaulted by a stranger and how his touch would bring you to incredible ecstasy, something no other lover you've been with has ever accomplished.
