The following is a work of fiction, meant only to satisfy adult fantasy. All Characters are over 18.
Her deep sleep had been invaded. Startled awake by the weight of a body on top of her. In the dark enshrouded bedroom, she could feel him, smell him, sense him, but she could not see him. Having suffered from insomnia too many nights, she deliberately cut off any light. A choice she now regretted.
Heavy hands gripped her wrists and pulled them back behind her head. Her chest was heaving heavy, and her breathing rapid and shallow. She felt her wrists being bound to the headboard of the bed. The warmth of the covers was soon replaced the coolness of the air as the covers were tossed to the floor.
Her sheer pink nightie was being ripped from her body. He was strong, that much she could tell. Strong hands cupped her now naked breasts and began squeezing and kneading them. She wanted to scream, cry out, do something, but her fear had her paralyzed.
He had been straddling her, but now moved to her right side. She felt his hand slip under the fabric of her pantries and traced its way over her mound and down to her shaven cunt where he began rubbing the lips in a lewd manner. A flush of anger mixed with embarrassment as she felt a digit of his hand slip inside her and then felt her juices began to stir.
As his finger slammed in and out of her pussy, his thumb began teasing the puckered nub of her anus. She wanted desperately to see her attacker, to put some validity to the fact that she was being raped in her own home. How could she report someone she can’t see?
Suddenly, the finger slipped out of her. She could hear the rustling of clothes. A belt being undone. She felt the bed give way and then felt his body by her head. A heavy hand forcefully turned her head towards him. A strong masculine scent filled her senses as his fully erect and throbbing cock was placed against her quivering lips.
The faint smell of pee was detected as she reluctantly parted her lips, and the head of his penis slowly inched its way inside. Slurping sounds along with her groans were heard as she worked on his manhood. It was of good size, stretching her mouth to its limits.
When his dick was throbbing and leaking its first drops of pre cum, he pulled out. She felt the weight of his body on top of her again. His cock slipped easily inside her and he soon began a rhythmic fucking. As he plowed her, her mind was worried about one thing. Getting pregnant. She managed the first words. “Please don’t cum inside me.”
Her plea was met with a rather sadistic laugh as he drove his cock deeper inside her, pounding her feverishly. She felt his cock spasm in time and then felt the hot blasts of his cum splashing against her inner walls. She wept.
In the darkness, she felt him rise from the bed. Felt her feet being spread wide and then fastened to the bed. She was bound spread eagle, naked, and leaking the last drops of his cum onto her bed.
She heard the rustling of clothes, retreating footsteps, and an eerie silence. Horrified thoughts tormented her all night. With the faint light of day streaming through her window she peered down at her own body, naked and bound. Spread wide and on display.
It took her nearly two hours to free herself. As she emerged from a hot shower, she could still smell his scent lingering in the room. She pulled the curtains back and stared at the busy street below as she debated on reporting the rape.
