I live in a small upstate New York town; it's a very quiet place, maybe 20,000 people, full of old Victorian houses. I work in the small downtown district, in an office with about a dozen people, all of whom are very nice and friendly. But I don't have a man to come home to. In fact, I never have; I'm a virgin, and thinking about doing something about that.
There's plenty of young, handsome guys in our rural little community: they all look strong and well built; I would have a good choice, I think, when I decide to give it up at last, and probably it wouldn't be too difficult to find someone willing to take on the job of deflowering me.
Be careful what you wish for.
My work is close enough to my home for me to be able to walk there and back. I live in the whole upstairs of a beautiful old Victorian house, set at the end of a tree-lined street, surrounded by shrubbery and removed from its neighbors. I'm the only one living there just now; the two floors below mine are empty. It doesn't bother me. I like the quiet, and the thick stone walls of the ancient house keep out all sounds from the outside.
I'm walking home from work one summer night, much later than usual. I'm never nervous: our little town is one of the safest. So when he suddenly lunges out of hiding from the giant lilac bush I love by the front steps, I am more surprised than afraid. That changes fast, as the stranger pins me helplessly against him—he seems huge, and he's very strong, much taller than I am—and holds a wet rag to my face and lifts me off my feet...
I come to what seems like a long time later. I seem to be lying on my own bed—I can smell the fresh clean sheets I put on that morning, and the lilacs in a vase on the nightstand—but when I try to move, I freeze, terrified. My arms and legs are incapable of movement: they seem to be restrained in laced-up leather sleeves of some sort, my thighs held a few inches apart, my arms pinned behind my back. But the truly frightening thing is that my whole head seems to be encased in a leather mask. I can't see or hear or speak, I can barely breathe. And I am totally naked.
I lie there, struggling against the restraints, whimpering in terror and protest, but it's no good. Whoever has captured me knows exactly what he's doing: I'm completely helpless. But where is he? And what is he going to do to me? Actually, I know very well what he's going to do to me, at least to start with. I hadn't in my wildest imaginings thought that this would be how I'd be taken for the first time...
I'm not unattractive to guys. I have a small but slim and very curvy body, with breasts much bigger than normal for my size and height, all natural. Very long blond hair, of which I'm quite proud, green eyes. I was never in a hurry to have sex, just figured it would happen when it happened. But never in a million years did I ever think it would happen for the first time like this. Someone has stripped me naked, trussed me up helplessly, and is even now sitting watching me, to see what I do.
After what seems like forever, suddenly I feel a light yet firm touch on my bare breasts: a riding crop, it feels like the leather tag at the tip of the stick, the part you snap against the horse to get its attention. I freeze at the touch, and whimper uncontrollably behind the gag as the tip travels down my body, over my flat belly, and then it's rammed tight between my legs, against my blonde pussy. No one has ever really even touched me there before, and I twist and turn to try to escape it.
I can't, of course; my captor has fastened me to the bed with ropes, and I can't move except to tense up as his hands begin moving all over my naked body. He caresses my throat, kneads my breasts, trails his fingers over my belly and strokes my thighs; it's like he's stroking an animal, and I realize that's exactly how he is seeing me, an animal to serve his pleasure.
Still I haven't heard a sound from him; the plugs are still in my ears, sealing me off completely, I hear only my own whimpers of refusal and the sound of my terrified breathing. All I know of him so far is the touch of his hands. And his great size and strength: the strength I felt when I was fighting my capture, before whatever was on that rag knocked me out. The size I had only a confused impression of, but he seemed to tower over me by at least a foot. He's going to do exactly what he wants to me, for as long as he wants, and he's going to take his time and enjoy every sweet, sweet minute.
It suddenly occurs to me, horribly, that this could go on for days. No one knows I'm here: it's a long holiday weekend and most of my neighbors have gone away. They won't even miss me at work until Tuesday, and it will probably be Wednesday before someone thinks to come here to the house and look for me. But he must know this too: therefore he's probably planning to take me away somewhere and...what? Keep me? Hurt me? My mind veers away from the terrible ultimate, but the fear is there.
He continues to caress me; I never know where the next touch is coming from, or how hard or gentle it will be. He bites my breasts, pinches my nipples, tugs my long blond hair.
Then he seems to decide to get down to the business of raping me. He thrusts his fingers against my soft pussy lips, starts to massage them around. I can feel his thumb and forefinger pinching my clit through the hood, then the hood is firmly pushed back and his fingers are directly on my clit, under the flesh of the hood, the tip of his finger circling the hard little pearl of my engorging clit.
I try to pull away, but oh God, it feels so good! How can my body do this? I suddenly flash back to when I was just hitting puberty and I loved horseback riding: sometimes when I was in the saddle, I would get the most delicious feeling of tightness and urgency shooting from between my legs as I pressed my crotch into the warm saddle leather. This feels even better...no! NO! It can't...this is rape, what the hell is wrong with me?
His fingers trail across my belly, and I shiver at the touch as he moves them down over my pussy to the entrance to my cunt. He moves a fingertip just inside me, and then I jump uncontrollably as he brings the riding crop down hard on my breasts. I cry out in pain behind the gag, but I can't escape what he's doing to me.
Suddenly I feel his finger in my asshole; between his finger on my clit and in my cunt and in my ass, he's holding me like a bowling ball, I'm immobilized. Then he takes his fingers away, and I feel the knob of his cock poised to push into me. There's nothing I can do to stop him, he's going to rape me, to take me by force; I wonder if he can tell I'm a virgin, and if he finds that arousing. I'm terrified, but this happens to just about all women sooner or later. Maybe not rape, but certainly being used by a man. Maybe it won't be so bad.
He drags his fingernails down my body, raking my flesh as I shrink from him, then his hands slip under my ass, raising me to him. His cock is poised at my cunt entrance, and suddenly he plunges into me in one motion. I scream behind the gag as his huge member stretches me out and tears through my cherry: I'm still dry, and my pussy lips catch themselves on his thickness as he pushes into my body. I feel that I'm bleeding a little, and realize it's a small trickle of virgin blood from my torn maidenhead.
He continues to work his way into me, an inch at a time, forcing my tight cunt walls apart. Finally, he's all the way in; my cunt is his now, he's filling me up, and he settles into me like a rider into the saddle and begins to slowly thrust in and pull back out.
So this is what it's all about, being fucked by a man. Being raped. In spite of the pain and terror I'm feeling, I'm also feeling...very natural. This is how women are supposed to be for men, lying naked under a naked man's weight, helpless, impaled on his cock. I feel him sliding in and out of me more easily now; I'm starting to moisten with my own juices, and he picks up the pace of his thrusts as I start lifting my hips to meet him. I feel his body shake as he laughs with pleasure, and he leans forward to sink his teeth in my neck.
I'm perfectly held and completely his for the using; my breaths are coming deeper and faster in time with his motion on me and his pushing into me. He can't get any deeper, he's in my body all the way up to his balls. He's slamming hard into me now, pounding me with all the power of his hips, and something is starting to happen, that same feeling I used to get on a horse, only about a million times stronger.
It begins to overpower me like a tide, and I moan helplessly as he increases the speed of his thrusts even more. My hips are bucking up to meet him and all at once everything comes to a peak. We both go rigid as waves of sensation overcome us both. I can feel my wet cunt walls tightening in spasms on his spasming dick, and then we both seem to collapse, gasping. I am weeping in shame, but also in sheer ecstasy: that was the most amazing thing ever, that must be what's meant by an orgasm. Wow.
My cunt walls are still closing and opening on his member, and that must be very exciting for a man, because I can feel his cock hardening and stiffening up right there inside me. He's not just thick but he's long too, and he's in me as deep as he can get. Now he starts to fuck me slowly, in long slow delicious strokes, in and out, all the way, out till only the knob of his organ is in me. I still can't speak because of the gag, but I moan as I feel him riding me, our hips locked to each other's, and I eagerly push back to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.
I come again, unbelievably, twice, as he brings me expertly to peaks I never knew were there, and when we're both done he jerks his hips forward on me in a gesture of ownership. I lie exhausted: I'm his now, he can do whatever he wants to me, I'm just a toy for him. I startle as I feel him remove the plugs from my ears; he wants me to hear him now, and I hear his voice for the first time. I go very still: his tongue flicks at my earhole, thrusting inside, his lips moving and nibbling, biting my earlobe, tongue tracing the curves of my ear, taking my whole ear into his hot-breathed mouth.
