The Stranger
What a day! Non stop meetings, no time for lunch and the boss makes me stay after work for an extra three hours to fix someone else's mistakes. Urgghh. Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it...Oh well, finally home and time to relax. A late dinner, big glass of wine and hot bath (in that order) before I crash and do it all again tomorrow.
I wearily climb up the flight of stairs to my second floor apartment on autopilot, already daydreaming of the relaxing bubble bath I'm going to indulge in for at least an hour. Soak away all the stress of the day. I fit my keys into the lock and then open the door, absentmindedly thinking to myself that I thought I left the light on.
All of a sudden, I feel a hard body slam into me and crush me against the wall. I am about to scream when he (I know instantly it's a he) puts his big hand over my mouth holding me silent. "Don't scream" he says in a low, growling voice. "I won't hurt you if you behave."
My mind is spinning; something like this has never happened to me before. I thought I lived in a safe neighbourhood! He must want money or something that he can sell. I don't have much but there's sixty dollars in my wallet and some diamond earrings that were a birthday present from an old boyfriend. Maybe he'll take that and leave me be. Oh god, I'm hyperventilating under his restrictive hand, really starting to panic. He takes his hand away and I tell him to take those things, to please not hurt me.
"I don't want money. I want something else" he says. I'm stunned, why else would he break in to my place? And then I realize I can feel something pressed against my ass, something hard and insistent. I now have a good idea what he wants from me and, despite his earlier warning, take a breath to scream. Quicker than I could imagine, he wraps that large rough hand around my throat. Gripping it tightly, he stifles my automatic response to the idea that this man wants to force me against my will.
"I told you not to scream. If you're a good girl, I'll go easy on you. If you misbehave, I'll have to punish you." I can't believe this is happening to me. Tears start to fall and I realize I'm utterly helpless. This man is so much stronger than me and I believe him when he says he will hurt me if I don't do what he says. I have to submit and let him get it over with even though my mind still resists the idea.
I think he can sense my surrender and takes quick advantage of that fact. He takes his hand off my throat, warning me again not to make any noise or he'll gag me. I nod and then feel him bringing my hands together behind my back. He ties them tightly, almost too tightly, with a piece of rope. I stiffen and think again about making a run for it, but I know I won't get far and if I do, he will hurt me like he promised.
He's still lightly grinding against my butt and, now that I'm bound, begins running his hands up and down my hips and thighs. I startle when he shoves his foot in between mine and says in his deep voice, "Spread your legs." I start to tremble; the reality of my situation is almost more than I can bear. As soon as I comply, I feel his hand reach under my skirt and his fingers smooth up and down my inner thigh. A surprisingly gentle touch from my attacker. It borders on soothing and I can almost relax and pretend he's someone else.
But his fingers get more impatient and he starts to knead the tender skin as he gets higher and higher. Then he reaches the edge of my lace panties. Even though I know what he will do, I still startle when I feel first one then two fingers slip beneath my underwear to stroke my most private place. I can't help myself and whimper in fright. He grabs my hair in a tight fist and I gasp as he pulls my head back, "Don't pretend you don't like it. You're just a little slut that wants to get fucked."
I'm actually shocked right down to my core. I had never been spoken to like that and definitely had very little experience with dirty talk. The most I had ever done was moan or say "harder." Again, the tears start to fall, which he doesn't like. He tells me to stop crying but I can't seem to stop them. He swears and pulls me into my living room, gripping my arm hard enough to leave bruises. I stumble ahead him and stand there while he seats himself on the couch. He quickly pulls me facedown over his lap and holds my legs with one arm, while he swiftly pulls my skirt up to expose my ass.
Slap! "I told you if you were a bad girl, I would punish you." Slap! I can't believe he is spanking me right now; I have never been spanked in my life. Slap! He's really getting into it now and the blows come harder and faster. I've stopped crying but can't help gasping with each smack. "Are you going to behave now?" he asks, as he pauses in his abuse to my rear. I nod silently, unsure of what else to do. Maybe if I just remain still and silent, he'll finish quickly and go away. "Good", he purrs, no longer angry for the moment. He soothes the sting away as he rubs his hand in little circles. But then his finger starts to massage in between my cheeks where my thong has ridden up and I almost start to struggle again.
