Alyssa lay there silently beneath the darkness of the night, wrapped in the black comforter wadded around her exhausted body, as he slowly crept from the bed. She heard his voice mumbling softly as he left the bedroom, but her mind was consumed with the images of the evening's events. Never in wildest dreams had she ever imagine herself meeting a man she would have been so willing to share her deepest and darkest fantasies with, let alone openly discuss them with him. She rolled over, sated from the intense sex, and drifted off to sleep. She allowed her dreams to take her back to his arms as his voice trailed away slowly until the he closed the bedroom door between them.
She rolled partially onto her back as his hand nudged her gently to wake her. She opened her tired eyes, and then covered them with her hand quickly as the bright light from the lamp beside the bed shocked them when they tried to adjust from the darkness. He leaned nearer to her face as his hand lightly brushed the blonde wisps of hair off her forehead. His fingers caressed the side of her cheek softly before tracing the outline of her lips. His light kiss brought a smile to her face while she struggle to understand why he was dressed to go out so late in the night.
"Mark and Karen had a flat tire on the way back from a party and they are stranded on the highway. Seems that Mark forgot to check to make sure the spare had air in it." Brad chuckled.
"I told him I wouldn't mind picking them up and giving them a ride home. I will be back before you know it." He whispered.
"Please hurry. I already miss you." She chuckled as she rolled back over and clutched her pillow against her body.
"Don't worry babe, I won't be more than a couple of hours, straight out there, to their house and back home," Brad assured her, but she never heard another word. Her breath grew deeper as her dreams took over her mind again.
Brad lightly touched the lamp, shutting it off as he walked out of the room. He walked through the darkness of the house, quietly making his way to the garage. He started his Jeep and backed out of the garage. As he pulled out of the driveway, he pushed the button to the garage door opener and drove away from the house down the alley. He did not realize that the door did not shut all the way.
He smiled as he thought about seeing her ass high up in the air just an hour ago. He replayed the scene of his hands pulling her blonde curls as she begged him to fuck her harder. He slammed his cock deep into her ass as her fingers massaged her swollen clit. He loved when Alyssa's nasty side emerged and begged him to fuck her like a street whore. He remembered feeling the vibrator pulsating against his shaft from within her soaked pussy, the sensation shot through his cock into his balls. Just the images of this sight made his cock twinge again. He could not wait to get back home to her.
Alyssa felt the hand move over her shoulder. Then, the sudden sting from the slap across her cheeks woke her abruptly as she shot up from the pillow. As her eyes tried to focus in the penetrating blackness from the darkened room, she heard his gruff voice calmly warn her.
"Look bitch, don't say a word, and nothing bad will happen to ya'!" He said in a cautious tone.
As she tried to make out the shape of the man pulling her up to her knees, she felt another set of hands pull back on her hair as something was tied around her eyes. The tightness of the blindfold buried the cloth slightly into her skin. She felt her hair being tied into the knot of the cloth behind her head and she reached up to grab it. The rough hands that grabbed her wrists and twisted them together stopped her.
"Look damnit! What part did you not understand here?" The second questioned her angrily. "Don't move. Don't fight us. Don't fuck with us. Do you get it now?" He demanded as she felt the ropes tighten around her wrists pulling them together in front of her.
Her mind raced with thousands of thoughts and fears as she heard the third voice.
"So guys, let's turn the lights on and have us a little party with our sleepy little friend here." He laughed wickedly.
She did not recognize the voices and she could not see the light through the fabric, but heard them moving around the room. There were at least three of them. But what was happening was still too much of a shock for her to fathom, let alone figure out what to do to get out of it. Alyssa felt the weight of a second one move onto the bed. She tried to move back against the headboard, but his hands grabbed her legs and pulled her down across the bed until her feet were hanging off the bed.
Alyssa laid there in shock. She felt the bindings being tightened around her ankles. She knew where they came from. Brad had the leather cuffs lying on the top of the bookcase on the other side of the room. She felt the ropes being tied to the rings on the sides of the cuffs. As the man pulled them tighter, her legs were spread farther apart and dangled from the foot of the bed.
When the man beside the bed grabbed her hands and lifted them over her head, she swallowed hard. He tied them to the headboard completely stretching her body from one end to the other. She listened as the men boasted and bragged about what they intended to do to her and who was going to fuck her first.
The thin fabric of her lace gown did nothing to hide her body from them. Her skin was rippled with goose bumps from the fear of uncertainty. The sudden rip of her gown from her naked body almost pushed her into shock. Exposed, naked, she felt like a piece of meat on display at a meat market. She struggled again before the pain piercing into her nipples stopped her abruptly. She lay motionless as the thick fingers twisted her nipples; he pulled them and then pinched them harder between his fingernails. As she started to let out a frantic scream, another hand covered her mouth.
"Don't make us gag you too! We have big plans for that mouth of yours." The voice from the first man she had heard, stated.
She swallowed hard again but kept the sound from escaping her throat. Alyssa lay there terrified. Their hands touched her, pawed at her silky flesh with their thick rough fingers as the calloused palms trailed over her body. She heard them whispering then felt the bed give way to the weight of another body as it moved closer to hers.
"So, who would like to taste the little bitch?" One asked. "You want to sample the little peach before we start banging it and smearing it cum, Scott?"
Scott laughed, "Scott huh? I kinda like that name, I guess it'll do for the night. Yeah, I think I would like a little sample of what she tastes like before she gets all fucked up."
Alyssa felt his hands spread her pussy lips apart savagely. He opened her cunt, pulling her lips farther apart. His sharp whiskers poked into her creamy soft thighs as he shoved his mouth against her slit. His tongue slithered between her delicate lips while his teeth grazed across her sensitive clit.
