The Cabin
He grunted loudly each time he roughly slammed into me. In another setting, it could have been a worker driving rail-road spikes. Or a circus flunky driving tent stakes. Or a prisoner busting rocks with a sledge hammer, if that even happens anymore. It could have been any number of things that causes a man to exhale with effort while performing a laborious task.
It wasn't any of those things. The loud grunts were the result of the man currently laying on top of me, slamming his cock violently into me as he held me face down on my bed. My breath was coming in harsh gasps.
I hadn't intended to give in. Initially, I had struggled against the restraints that held my arms and feet. I'm not sure how long I fought against the bindings because I'm not sure what time it was or how long he had been here. I had struggled. I had pulled. I had screamed. And then, I had surrendered. Surrendered first to him and then to my body...
...I had arrived at our cabin around 10:00 pm. The cabin is located in a secluded cove on Lake Anna, about an hour drive from our home in Richmond. I had gotten a later than normal start due to a last-minute crisis at work.
I quickly unloaded the week-end supplies and prepared for bed. A hot shower helped relax my road-weary muscles. Standing in the bedroom drying off, I was taken by the view of the moon light reflecting off of the lake thru the French doors that lead of the deck outside. It was always so peaceful and serene here.
We had purposely chosen this cabin for the view of the lake and its isolation from surrounding neighbors. The location allowed an unobstructed view of the lake, eliminating the need for blinds or curtains over the French doors or windows facing the lake. It also allowed me to enjoy lounging on the deck in whatever degree of dress or undress I desired. My husband, being the typical male that he was, preferred the "undressed" option. Not only did I enjoy sun-bathing sans clothing, I also slept in the buff. It just felt relaxing and sensual feeling my naked body against the smoothness of the soft sheets.
As I slipped into bed my mind briefly thought back to the first week-end we had spent here. The fresh air was intoxicating and the sex was amazing as we "initiated" every room in our cabin. That passing thought left me feeling a little needy. I took one of my handy little accessories out of the nightstand and eased the need. Almost immediately fatigue won out and I drifted off to sleep.
Sleep came soon but then became restless. I felt like my movements were restricted. I dreamed my arms and legs were tied to the bed posts. The breeze from the lake across my naked body must have blown the sheet off of me. Had I left the door open? I knew that couldn't be because the door was locked. Or was it? The dream was very vivid
I was trying to remember if I had checked to be sure the door was locked as I reached to pull the sheet back over me. I couldn't reach the sheet. I could only move my arm a few inches. Something was wrong. This dream was too real. The struggle to move my arms shook me out of the haze of sleep. I was suddenly awake but I couldn't see anything. Then, with a start, I realized my eyes were covered in some kind of mask. THIS WAS NOT A DREAM!!!
I was in the middle of a scream when a hand covered my mouth. The size and roughness of the hand left no doubt it belonged to a man. ,I could feel his breath on my face as the intruder whispered to me. "Scream all you want to lady. The neighbors can't hear you and it turns me on to hear a woman scream when she is getting fucked." I knew he was right. The location of the cabin suddenly didn't seem like such a good idea.
"What do you want you bastard?" I spat at him thru clenched teeth. "You better get out of here. My husband is on the way and he will kill you if he catches you here." All I got in response was a little defiant chuckle. "Nice try lady. I know exactly where your husband is and I also know he can't help you. You are mine for the night. If you are nice, I will be gone by morning and you will still be alive. I hope this will be a memorable night for you cause I'm certain it will be for me."
I again fought against the bindings. I again lost the battle. He continued to taunt me, "You are so hot when you struggle. I love the way those sexy tits sway and jiggle. I can't wait to see how they move when I'm fucking you." His taunting was turning my fear into anger. "Fuck you, asshole," I shouted as my temper boiled.
That only brought on another round of laughter from him. "Now there is an idea I hadn't considered but maybe we can get around to later. But first I'm going to...oh wait...what is this? Oh, my goodness...look what I found." I heard something buzz. Oh shit. I was so tired I didn't put my vibrator back in the nightstand. Now he had it. My mind raced as I imagined what he would do with his new discovery.
The buzz changed sounds as he apparently tried different settings. The buzzing stopped but the next noise alarmed me all over again. I could hear the rustle of material that told me the guy was undressing. What was I to do now? I was obviously trapped with no escape. It was also obvious what his intentions were. Do I scream? Do I fight? Do I just give in and hope it's over soon?
Yes, I could scream but as he had pointed out, no one would hear me. Yes, I could fight but not very effectively, with my arms and legs bound. And NO, I would not give in. I would not allow him to derive any pleasure from my participation. He may have his way with me but I refused to make it easy or pleasurable for him.
And then, he turned the vibrator on and touched it to my right nipple. Damn...he could not have found a more sensitive spot on my body. My breasts have forever been the key that unlocks my sexual being. I was starting to panic. I COULD NOT let him know the effect the vibrator was having on my nipple. Then, he moved it off of my nipple. I breathed a sigh of relief.
And then, I felt his breath on my breast as his tongue brushed across the nipple. It felt like a jolt of electricity shooting thru me. The nipple instantly hardened. As if that wasn't bad enough, his hand engulfed my other breast and pinched that nipple between his fingers. That nipple also snapped to attention. I was doomed. I tried to control my breathing, trying desperately not to give away my rising arousal. "Oh, my goodness, missy. Your cute little titties seem to like being touched. I wonder if other parts of your sexy little body are as sensitive."
And then, he was gone again. He released my breasts and I felt him move off the bed. I could hear him moving around the bedroom but couldn't tell what he was doing. "Wow, what a nice view of the lake. The moonlight coming thru this big door really makes me feel all funny inside, how 'bout you?" Every comment from him was followed by that same intimidating laugh.
Yes, I was but I wasn't about to let him know. I could feel it down deep inside and was fighting feverously to keep it from surfacing. I once again steeled my resolve and refused to give in to this man.
I felt the bed move at the end, between my legs. I tried to kick him but, once again the restraints held me firm. The weight on the bed move up higher between my legs. I could hear him breathing and felt hairy legs against the inside of my knees.
And then...I heard it again. The buzzing sound that had been so comforting when I was alone, earlier in the night now struck fear in my brain. My body tensed and I cried out when the tip of the vibrator touched me at the top of my slit. My body jerked involuntarily up against the toy, causing to slip down into my pussy lips. The whole time I'm praying that this torture will stop my body is betraying me.
I was doing everything I could to keep from responding to the vibrator. I thought about getting a haircut, having my nails done, mowing the grass. Anything to get my mind off of what was going on down below. I heard the buzz increase and felt the tip slip across my clit as he rolled one of my nipples between his fingers. A groan escaped my lips before I could contain it. Shit...I was losing the battle. My body had a mind of its own and that mind said to arch my back and try to get the vibrator further into my pussy.
"Get off of me you bastard. Get out of my bedroom and leave me alone. Please...if you leave now, I won't call the cops...I promise...just leave me alone..." I knew it was useless but I had to at least make one last attempt.
And then, as he teased me with my toy, he taunted some more, "Oh yeah...you promise, huh? When you call the cops, what are you going to tell them? That you had this crazy guy break into your house and fuck you in the middle of the night? You got no proof. And, you know they will have to do a rape test on you, right. How humiliating is that. All those people standing around watching while they swab your pussy. And how will you explain the fact that you're cum is mixed with mine? And it will be you know. Cause you are going to cum. You are going to cum a lot. Starting right now."
And then, he slid the vibrator into my pussy in one motion. And I came. I would like to say I didn't want to but that would not be true. It wasn't so much a want as a need. The stimulation of the vibrator, the pressure on my sensitive nipple, even the sexual taunting was just too much. My body shuddered in relief.
He once again moved off the bed as my orgasm subsided. "You are beautiful when you cum," he said from somewhere around the foot of the bed. I can't wait to fuck that sweet little pussy." Then I heard a clicking noise I didn't recognize right away. And then I did. Oh damn. It was the click of a camera. He was taking pictures of me laying spread-eagle on the bed, tied down and helpless. "These will make nice keep-sakes of our time together," he teased as if he was taking photos at a family reunion.
