I’m running in the little secluded park just outside the wealthy community I live in. It’s a warm summer night, the soft breeze is a welcome relief against my hot, sweaty skin. The sun has just set so I’ve decided to head back home. It isn’t very far but I’m anxious to get home before the night
fully descends. You never know who could be out there on the prowl..
I’m wearing my typical workout gear, charcoal grey leggings and a black sports bra peeking through a sheer magenta pink tank top. My breasts never look better than they do in a good sports bra, lifted and pushed together by the tight, supportive fabric which lifts and accentuates my modest C cup cleavage. My long thick hair pulled back into a messy bun, soft bangs framing my blue eyes and impossibly pale skin. An English Rose complexion, so I’ve been told. But my most obvious feature is my ample derriere. Round and firm, made more striking by my disproportionately dainty waist. I’m the type of woman who usually dresses conservatively, whom despite being in my early thirties, is often described as “cute” but rarely sexy. Perhaps that’s why this form-fitting attire makes me feel good, sensual even. I relish every lingering look I get from male passers by, walking their dogs or out for a run.
I’m listening to music so I don’t even hear him approach me from behind. Before I know what’s happening I feel a strong hand over my mouth, holding a cloth maybe? A strong chemical smell overpowers me and after a short struggle I go limp, still processing what is happening as I lose consciousness..
I wake up in my own bed. I quickly realise that this was not a dream. My hands and feet are tied firmly to the bed posts. My head foggy and limbs heavy, I look down and my confusion is compounded further. My clothes have been replaced. The garment I’m now wearing is made of soft powder blue coloured silk, a small spaghetti strapped negligé barely reaching my mid-thigh. The sheer fabric makes it clear that my bra and panties have been removed. The loose bun I had in my hair is down now, my locks carefully placed around my shoulders.
A million thoughts rush through my head. I am terrified. Someone grabbed me, drugged me and brought me back to my own bed. He undressed me and clothed me in lingerie of his own choosing. I feel violated beyond words. He knew where I lived. Whoever did this planned it meticulously. He knows where I live and he is likely in my home right now. I struggle against my restraints but quickly realise I am helpless. Do I call for help? No. My house is secluded and nobody is within earshot. Anyway that would just alert my captor to the fact that I am awake. I need to think. Be smart.
All rational thought quickly dissipates as I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart nearly bursting through my chest as I hear the doorknob turn. I am consumed by panic and terror. Then there he is. Standing at the bottom of my bed. He is not at all what I imagined. I thought he would look like the type of man portrayed in movies and TV doing things like this; weird, awkward, blatantly unattractive.
I’m taken aback by his appearance. Tall and toned with thick dark hair and olive skin. As we make eye contact I am dumbfounded. His dark brown eyes confidently meeting my gaze, I look away. His demeaner is calm and confident. I try to talk but no words come out. Despite his aesthetically pleasing appearance I am no less afraid of him. After what feels like an eternity I muster the courage to ask “What are you going to do to me?” He looks at me with those big dark eyes and in a soft yet commanding tone replies “Nothing you don’t want me to do”. He smiles.
“Please don’t hurt me” I plead with him, my voice trembling now. His voice in contrast is calm, soft and reassuring. “To the contrary my dear. We’re going to have a wonderful time together.” He takes off his shirt and sits on the edge of my bed. His torso is tanned and toned. I nervously watch his eyes exploring every inch of my body, lingering on my chest, which rises and falls quickly with each panicked breath I take. He slowly licks his lips and says “I’m going to fuck you. But not until you want me to”.
I am suddenly aware that the terror I am feeling is giving way to something else. Another feeling creeps in. I feel a momentary flutter of excitement as those words escape his lips. I instantly hate myself for it. This stranger has kidnapped me and dressed me as an object for his perverse amusement. I’m little more than a doll to him. He is a predator and I am his prey. But something inside me stirs. What is wrong with me?
He inches closer to me. Looking into my eyes, which are welling up now. I am overtaken by emotion, the hate that I feel towards him…and the shame I feel about my instinctual response. He gets in top of me. I’ve never felt so helpless, or so conflicted. His smell fills the room, a soft yet manly musk swirling around me. I am speechless as his eyes leave mine and he begins to kiss my neck softly with his full lips. I feel his hot breath on my skin and shivers run down my spine as he gently nibbles on my earlobe. One hand cups my face, the other explores my body, resting on my hip.
His lips slowly make their way south and he lifts the soft blue silk up until my naked body is revealed. My small nipples are the faintest shade of pink and completely erect, goosebumps visible on the ivory white skin of my breasts. “Beautiful” he whispers. He takes them in his hands and begins to kiss them, his wet lips and tongue relishing every moment. A soft gasp escapes my lips as he takes my right nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and gently sucking. “You like that, don’t you” he says as he looks up into my eyes. I say nothing but I feel my cheeks burning.
His lips and tongue venture further south, slowly travelling to my belly button and continuing downwards. I know where this is going. I have been with men before but few have ever tasted that part of me, none have brought me pleasure in that manner. I close my eyes as I feel his strong hands spreading my legs. I don’t resist. There’s no escape. I know that my body has betrayed me and he will soon know my shameful secret. I open my eyes and look at the smile spreading across his lips as he looks at my most hidden treasure. My little clit swollen and throbbing, the same shade of soft rose as my nipples and just as erect. The slick wetness pouring from me is clearly visible.
He looks up into my eyes, hypnotising me with his gaze. “You want this just as much as I do” he tells me. I don’t have time to protest. I whimper loudly and arch my back as he thrusts a finger inside of me, quickly followed by another. His mouth finally reaching it’s destination, tongue and lips making contact. I try not to enjoy the sensation. I shouldn’t enjoy this. I try to tell myself I don’t want it. That it’s wrong. That he’s wrong. That it doesn’t feel good..
All of those thoughts leave my mind as I leave my body. I close my eyes and feel his fingers moving slowly inside of me, up and down, in and out. His mouth on my aching pussy. The soft licks as his tongue travels up and down from my leaking entrance to my little clit and back again. I hear his breathing intensify as he devours me. His fingers begin to move faster. He uses his free hand to play with my breast and his tongue swirls around my clit, making little circles as he sucks on it now. I suddenly realise that I’m lifting my hips, guiding him. His desire to please me is magnified by every moan and whimper that escapes my lips. I can no longer deny that it feels good. That it feels fucking incredible.
I open my eyes and look down, he’s looking up at me hungrily. Has he been looking at my face this whole time? Savouring the obvious pleasure. The shame creeps back in. I am on the edge of ecstasy but I tell myself I won’t enjoy this. That’s what he wants. If I enjoy this it will justify his twisted actions. My mind is fighting against my body. I start to struggle against him.
“Please…” I beg him. I’m not sure he hears me. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy. His tongue moving faster now. “Don’t” I plead with him a little louder. He looks up at me as I manage to utter the word “Stop” between whimpers and moans. I bite my lip to muffle the sounds of resistance and pleasure fighting one another. I continue to beg him to stop before it’s too late.. He sees the conflict in my eyes and is undeterred. The wetness leaking from me and the throbbing of my pussy on his busy fingers betrays my innermost desire. I want this. I want him. I want him to make me cum so badly.
My pride forces me to continue pleading with him. I will resist until I can’t any longer. The words escape with little meaning. Soft whimpers have become loud moans now. I’m fighting a losing battle. Our eyes meet again as I feel a tear trickle down my cheek. Fighting off the powerful orgasm building within me. I squeeze his fingers as hard as I can with my pussy in a futile attempt to hold back the inevitable release. He takes this as a challenge, his lips and tongue still working my clit, I sense a faint smile form on his face. He forces another finger inside of me hard and deep. “You will come for me” he tells me confidently before using those three big fingers to pound me mercilessly. Holy Fuck.
My tight little pussy is stretched around his powerful digits. The sensation is indescribable. I’m struggling against him more now. But as every part of me starts to tremble and tingle my body stops fighting and gives in to his will. Some final words escape my lips as I fall over the edge into a sea of ecstasy; “Please… Don’t… Stop” the words trail into each other as I repeat them again and again. My pussy twitches and pulsates around his fingers for what feels like an eternity, my aching clit throbbing in his mouth, his tongue still swirling around it frantically. Wave after wave of pleasure, one orgasm bleeds into another until it hurts. Pleasure meets pain and the two melt together to form the purest of ecstasy.
When he’s sure I can’t take any more he stops. He withdraws his drenched fingers and stands up, licking them slowly and seductively. Without thinking, my eyes are drawn to his crotch. The huge bulge in his pants is unmistakeable and much bigger than anything I’ve seen before. I unconsciously lick my lips. I look back up into his hungry eyes and he says in a low growl; “Good girl. Rest now. I’m just getting started with you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c4kevl/mf_freed_by_your_restraints_part_1_rape
Love this writing, great work :)