I’m fast asleep, peacefully dreaming and blissfully unaware as you force yourself into my house. I am home alone. You slowly and quietly make your way up the stairs in search of my bedroom. Second door lucky. The door isn’t shut properly making your job a whole lot easier; silly me. As you slowly push the door ajar, I stir slightly, you pause and wait to see if I wake. I turn over onto my back and sigh but stay fast asleep. You continue your hunt, stepping into my room and leaving the door open a crack. From your bag you pull out arm and leg restraints, a ball gag and your favourite flogger and gently lay them on the bed side table. As you step towards my bed you unbuckle your belt and unbutton your jeans exposing your hard shaft. The sight of me, innocently asleep, turns you on. Blood rushes to your cock as you fantasise of violently snatching that innocence away.
With each step, you remove more of your clothing until you’re stark naked greedily staring down at my worthless self. It’s time. With your heavy hands I’m fiercely jolted out of sleep. I wake to your hands wrapped around my throat. I kick, try to scream and claw at you to no avail; there’s no winning, I’m too weak. A heavy blow to the cheek subdues me and I whimper in pain. It’s not enough for you. Again, and again and again until I’m screaming out. There. That’s what you craved; my blood curdling scream. Your cock throbs at the sight of my pain.
You climb on top to straddle me with your strong legs trapping both my arms and legs as you rip my vest in two exposing my pierced breasts. You smile down at my vulnerability with a sadistic gleam in your eyes and strike my left breast with an open palm. I call out for help but there’s no one to hear my cries. I begin to realise fighting is futile and give up my fight. You notice and climb off me to retrieve your items from the table. Slowly and carefully you remove the rest of my clothing and restrain my arms and legs to each bedpost as I lay there silently crying. You lean close in my ear and whisper how a dirty little slut like myself deserves to be used and abused like this, how I matter to no one and that this is my life now; I belong to you. And I believe it.
I’m gagged, restrained, legs spread and at your service. You aggressively grab my tear-stained face and turn it towards you, forcing your cock deep into my mouth. With every pump you go deeper as I choke and splutter begging for air. I can’t breathe. I pull on my restraints making the bed creak forcing you to pull out and deliver a hefty blow to my face as punishment for moving. Again; you continue to throat-fuck me until my face is covered in a mixture of spit and tears. Satisfied with your handy work, you pick up your flogger and move down the bed towards my hips. I follow you with my wide eyes, terrified of your next move. You raise the flogger and my body clenches preparing for the pain. It’s even worse than I thought. You strike my stomach five times until you decide you’ve had enough. As you discard the flogger on the floor you swiftly climb on top of me, loosen my leg restraints and push my knees up to my chest. My pussy stares you in the face, scared and tight. Pre-cum drips from you cock at the sight of my pierced clitoris. Plunging yourself deep inside, I try to cry out, but the gag muffles my noise. You continue to pump violently and vigorously yelling obscenities at me; slut, bitch, whore, worthless, cunt, die. I stare at a point on the ceiling with tears streaming down my face as you pound away stealing my innocence for what feels like hours.
With one final slam into me, you ejaculate. Filling me with your load and breathing hard. I am silent and motionless in shock. Sliding out, you climb off the bed and make your way to the bathroom next door to clean yourself up. I lie there in my filth and humiliation, as still as a statue. My mind is blank and all I can do is wait to be released by you. The door opens and you stride in, proud and satisfied. First you dress yourself. Next you release my restraints and remove the ball gag. I make no movements during the process; all you notice is my chest rise and fall as I breathe and the occasional blink. Broken.
Gathering your things, you turn to leave. Once at the door you take one last look at me; degraded, used and abused by you. Another one to add to the list.
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