That smug grin of his; that triumphant look in my rapist's eyes. I would remember his eyes; the chocolaty brown swirled with mirth. Yet, I wouldn't be looking at them for long.
"This ski mask is getting hot and it's getting in my way."
I just frowned; I didn't want to answer him and why should I? I could still taste his cum in the back of my throat, realizing though, it didn't taste all that bad.
"Ah, the silent game... well luv, you wont be silent for long."
With that, my rapist pulled out a sturdy black blindfold. I must have seemed confused at first because he chuckled and made a motion to cover my eyes. I jerked back, tugging at the tight clothesline bound around my wrists but he already had the satin cover over my eyes yet, he went even further. I felt another clothe, a blacker piece like almost a strip of bedding being pushed against the blindfold.
"To Secure It..."
He said.
I let out a shuddering sigh and tried to get my bearings without the use of my eyesight. Tilting my head to the sigh, I tried to test out the blindfold to see if he really did secure it. My other senses, especially my hearing, started to activate to a new level. I kept hearing the thumping of my heart, the soft strains of Nine Inch Nails and him; my rapist, I could even smell him.
The floorboards under his feet creaked barely, but I got a sense of where he was standing. Twisting my body a bit, straining against my bonds and barely letting out a whimper; with that action, I heard him gasp audibly. Smirking, I could only imagine what he was doing.
"You think this is going to frighten me?"
"No"
I could hear him moving around the room, shuffling his feet as he walked to and fro. Perhaps he was looking at my collection of artwork; perhaps he was just being a dick and trying to confuse me.
"Good! Because it isn't working. This the only way you can get a girl you bastard?"
I didn't hear him come near me but I must have touched a nerve as he grabbed my brown locks and yanked back. I arched and gasped in pain, my head throbbing once more.
"This is the only way I can get you, you stupid cunt. You are nothing but a cock teasing bitch and I'm going to make sure we both enjoy this."
SMACK
I jolted a bit as he smacked my inner thigh. That was a different spot to hit, strange really. I winced and held still then, waiting for the next action.
"I think we need a change in music don't you luv. Trent didn't seem to warm you up."
"Perhaps it was the dick choking me that hindered my mood!"
I jerked as I felt his soft laughter in my ear, moving my head away as he moved past me. His fingers slid along my frame as he moved slowly away; his fingers dancing on what bare skin he could find.
Bowing my head slightly, I heard the mechanical clicking of the CD changer, listening to my rapist hum his own little ditty and then – everything stopped. No music, no sounds coming for his footsteps. I lifted my heard slowly, frowning with hope.
"I'm going to make you feel every inch of my cock."
Did he just say? I bit my lip and lowered my head again in some type of shameful pose as his chuckle resounded off the walls of the living room. As the soft strands from the CD "Music To Make Love To Your Old Lady By" began to slide into my ears, I felt his hand on my thigh. His fingers rubbing small circular patterns against my skirt covered thighs; fuck, I could almost hear him purring in pleasure. I shifted just a bit and stayed silent as his fingers moving down my upturned bottom, along my outer left thigh as he reached his destination; the hem of my skirt.
Swallowing down my saliva and the reminiscent taste of this man's cum; I tried my best to hold still as he slowly kneeled behind my bent legs. Yet his calloused fingers were slow and teasing; trailing their way down against my outer thighs until he was swooping his fingers against the backs of my stocking clad knees.
"Just hurry on with it you prick!"
My rapist hissed and dug his nails into the backs of my thighs, bringing them harshly down – I swear I could have wet myself from the pain. I bit my lip hard, grunting and trying not to focus on the pain.
"You are like a surprise package luv. I'm going to savor every lever of your charms until I reach your little treasure box."
With his last words spoken, I felt my rapist's two fingers press where my hole was in my panty-clad pussy. I stiffened up as he pressed in a bit more and then, once again, his fingers began to slowly make their descent down against the backs of my thighs. I felt the tears in my stockings and gritted my teeth – only to shudder at the light caresses of his fingertips against the bare strips of my skin. My breath was catching; catching as I felt his fingers hook the hem of my skirt and lace slip.
With a soft sigh from my rapist, I felt him tug at them briefly; the texture of the lace rubbing against my bare skin. Then slowly, deliberately, I felt the material slide upward and over my hips – bunched up against my waistline as the temperate air settled across my upturned ass.