Thoroughly Fucked and Made a Vessel in my Own Home by a Stalker [FM] [NC] [Anal] [Rough]

I felt exhaustion in my bones as I fiddled with the keys to my apartment door. The day and night had taken a lot out of me. The company I worked for had held a conference which I, being high up in the sales department, was required to attend. The occasion was marked by the recent acquisition of a rival company, and so there were many new faces I hadn’t seen before. I liked meeting new people, but I could only make so many sincere introductions in one day before my eyes began to gloss over. It wasn’t like I could treat them rudely, or even wanted to, so I just made the necessary greetings and moved on, forgetting the short conversations soon after.

Then after the conference I was invited to hit the town. If the one inviting me hadn’t been the sales director, I probably would’ve politely declined the invitation and been back here at my home hours ago. But I couldn’t decline, and I went with them. There were a couple dozen others, a pretty big group, and I didn’t know everyone with us. We got drinks and ate and chatted about inane things. Corporate stories, bland jokes, and anecdotes of the news were commonplace. Pretty quickly I decided to tune it all out and mull over my drinks, only talking when someone expected me to. I couldn’t be the first one to retire for the night, or the second, so I waited until I saw our party had thinned considerably before taking my leave. And that was much later than I wished.

I finally got the damn door open and I entered my apartment. It was dark inside, the tight blinds preventing the city lights from shining through the tall windows. I knew my way around even in the darkness, and I gladly kicked my shoes onto the floor, tossed my purse onto the couch, and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. The weekend would be welcome.

I flicked on the light, and caught myself in the mirror. I had tried to look as good and professional as possible for the conference. My brown hair was tied up behind my head, fairly simply, but it shone in the incandescent light. I wore a clean white shirt, very professional indeed, with a black skirt hemmed at my lower thigh. Beneath that my black pantyhose clung tightly to my legs. I was noseblind to it, but I was certain the scents I had put on before the conference still lingered.

My mind started to wonder about things as I began to brush my teeth. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in over a year, and I was only ever getting older. I was twenty-six now. Many of my old friends from highschool, though I didn’t spend time with any of them anymore, were getting married. Some even had kids of their own. I had a better career than any of them, though, but did that matter if I died alone? There were men who were interested in me, from the office, but they were considerably older than me, and usually divorced. I didn’t want that. There were a couple of cute guys I worked with, but they were already taken. I was fairly certain anyways that my odds of finding a man through work wasn’t going to happen. *Maybe one of those cute guys will break up with their girlfriend,* I thought hopelessly. Nothing would stop me from thinking hopeless thoughts.

As I was nearly finished brushing I heard a noise, a clank, like someone striking something with their foot. It might’ve been the neighbors hitting their wall by accident, and I was tired, too, so I didn’t panic. I set my toothbrush down and opened the door, light seeping out of the bathroom into the short hallway. I didn’t see anyone, but an anxiety did creep up on me. Had I locked the front door? I stepped out with the intention of finding out.

Someone swept into me from the side and grabbed my waist. I immediately let out a scream and started to thrash as he pressed his hand over my face, muffling my cries. I tried to struggle, and got some hits and scratches in on him before he banged the side of my head. My vision blurred, and my mind went fuzzy.

“Don’t fight,” he said sharply into my ear as he wrestled me close to him, “or you’ll get more of that.”

I didn’t try to strike him anymore, but I still attempted to get away; I couldn’t seem to stop myself from trying, though it was completely hopeless. He was too strong, and he held me tightly against his body. My quick breath was hot against his hand, but I had stopped screaming. The tears were coming on now, and I began to sob when he started speaking to me again.

“I saw you, Allison—or should I call you Allie? I saw you showing off this cute body with your big ass underneath your skirt. Ah—damn!—I can tell all those years sitting down at the office have built it up.” He rubbed his groin against me, and with disgust I felt his hard cock brushing my bottom through our clothes. His hand undid the buttons of my shirt enough for him to stuff it down and touch my breasts beneath my bra. I winced as he breathed deeply, sniffing my hair. I never felt so violated in my life. “I heard from your coworkers that you’re quite lonely, and the way you looked at me when you were sipping your drink, it was like you were begging me to come over. Do you remember my voice?”

I let out a muffled “No” behind his hand and shook my head desperately.

He snorted, and pushed my head against his chest forcefully. “We only spoke for a little while, and you seemed too drunk to make any conversation.”

I didn’t know what the man was talking about. I was tipsy, but certainly not drunk. The fuzziness was clearing in my head. The real terror began to overwhelm my senses when he took his hand out of my shirt and picked me up off the ground, carrying me through my apartment. I squirmed in his arms, but that didn’t seem to do anything.

“Now where’s your bedroom?” he said with a breath of effort from lifting me. “We’re going to have some fun.”

I didn’t tell him—not that I could, with his hand on my mouth—but he found the room soon enough. He tossed me onto my bed, and I turned back to face him. There wasn’t much light to see, but I recognized his face. I had met him sometime tonight, but I couldn’t recall a name. His hair was dark and a little messy, though I remembered it being neater earlier. He had a square jaw and his deep-set eyes studied upon me lustfully.

“Do you recognize me now?” he asked. “What’s my name? I told it to you.”

“I remember you, but not your name.” My voice was creaky from the sobbing. “Why are you doing this? You’ll get caught. You can’t just do this to me!”

He had been looking down, messing with something in his hands, but he gazed up at me fiercely. “I doubt that. We won’t ever see each other after tonight, unless I want to. Trust me.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “You don’t have to do this, please!”

He ignored my squeals and came closer to me. Shaking with fear I backed away on the sheets and tried to avoid his grasp, but he caught me. With his hands gripping my arms he forced me down into the bed beneath him, and he sat on my back. I struggled against his weight.

“Don’t fight, remember?” he said. I could hear the sick enjoyment he was taking from my plight.

He took his arms away, and I tried to move mine to hit him, but they were useless in the position I was in. I squirmed beneath him and flailed my legs hopelessly as I sobbed into the sheets. When he gripped my hair and pulled my head back I let out an involuntary squeak.

He fastened something around my head, covering my eyes. “Don’t take this off, or you’ll regret it.” Now my tears fell into the cloth which veiled my sight.

I couldn’t see anything, but I felt his weight shift off of me. Now freed, I turned myself upright and pulled up the blindfold, but immediately he was on me again, grabbing my arm and striking me across the head.

“Leave it on!” he growled.

“Okay! Okay!” I whimpered and put it back in its place. “Just please, don’t hit me again . . .”

He didn’t touch me for a few seconds, so I just sobbed in peace. I heard him fiddling with something, probably a belt, and I backed away until I met the headboard. His hand gripped my arm tightly, and he forced me off the bed and onto my knees. I sat helplessly with my back resting against the side of my mattress, and his hand on my head. Suddenly I felt the tip of his cock against my face, and I recoiled in revulsion. He gripped my hair, straining it as he pulled my head back towards it.

“You know what to do,” he said. “Be the dumb whore you dress as and blow me.”

“No!” I could feel the tears staining my face, the roots of my hair straining as he pulled, the stinging aftermath of his hand striking my head twice.

He shoved his cock through my lips anyways, and pushed it deep as I groaned in displeasure. It filled my mouth with a vile taste. He started to slowly thrust, pushing his cock in and out, raping my mouth. When I caught myself I decided, begrudgingly, to start working it. I pressed my tongue against it, moving it like I did for the boyfriends I once had so long ago. That made him stop thrusting, and I was glad for that. It was worth doing what he wanted if he was going to treat me with some manner of gentleness in return.

“Damn Allie, I knew you were a little whore,” he said in pleasure. I felt terrible for making this rapist feel so good.

Still, I kept blowing him, and I gave it more effort than I sometimes had consensually. I didn’t want him to be dissatisfied enough to harm or start facefucking me again. I licked the tip, and moved my lips up and down the shaft. I even brought my hand up to steady the thing. It was big actually, bigger than any I ever had before. I wasn’t going to tell him that though.

He groaned in pleasure while he ran his fingers through my hair. Sometimes I felt his hand caressing my face. I stopped sobbing and sniffing, but I still felt the dread of the situation. I just wanted it over with now. I wanted to be alone forever.

Precum seeped from his cock into my mouth. I wanted to spit it out and spend an hour washing my tongue clean of his filth, but I took it. I took his cock, his vile touch, his disgusting remarks. I took all of his twisted perversions. I was his whore for tonight, against my will. Suddenly he pushed his cock deep into me, to the hilt, and I gagged on it. He groaned in pleasure, more than he had before, and I felt precum drip down my throat. My face burned with indignation as I gripped his leg tightly with my hand.

When he finally pulled out, my own spit drooling out of my mouth, I took a deep breath and recovered. I coughed and gagged dryly, but soon he took me and placed me onto the bed. I felt him climb after me, and he was certainly lying over me as he started to rip off the rest of the buttons on my shirt. He opened it up and deftly removed my bra, leaving my breasts exposed. I felt his lips press against mine and he started to kiss me violently. He played with my breasts as his tongue raped my mouth.

*God, I haven’t been kissed in so long, or given someone a blowjob, or been touched like this. Fuck me if it doesn’t feel good in some sick, demented way.* A very dark thought crept into my mind. *I would’ve fucked this man if he had just asked me after the conference. Fucking hell, I’m so alone and desperate.*

He stopped kissing me, and flipped me over onto my belly. I felt him caress my ass before he slipped my skirt off. My panties and pantyhose were still covering me. I squeaked and winced when he smacked my bottom, a clap resounding through my bedroom.

“Damn, it’s fatter than I thought,” he said before striking it again, even harder.

I squirmed and squealed when he started ripping my pantyhose. “Please, you don’t have to do this,” I begged. “I’ll—I’ll keep sucking you, and you can go. Okay? I won’t tell anyone; I swear. I’ll just forget this.”

He chuckled as he tore the nylon open even wider. Pushing my panties aside he caressed my pussy. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He put his fingers in, only for a moment, then took them out.

Tears welled up behind the blindfold. His weight shifted on the bed, and I expected him to enter my pussy any second. I wasn’t on the pill—after all, I hadn’t had a partner in such a long time—and I didn’t want to risk having this man’s child. I heard him doing something behind me, but I couldn’t tell what. I had to try something to stop—

I yelped as he forced his cock into my ass. Tears burned in my eyes. I bit into the sheets and gripped handfuls of fabric to cope with the pain. I had never done anal before, and certainly wouldn’t have ever if I had had a choice. He groaned as he raped my virgin asshole, pushing deeper into my bowels with each thrust. He had lubricated his cock—I could feel that—but it still hurt like hell.

He gave no reprieve, fucking me as hard as he pleased and taking pleasure from my body. There was no heed for my desires as he gripped my hips tightly, pressing his fingers into my soft flesh. He sped up, his groin crashing against my ass. He forced me forward and back with each rough thrust as he rode me like an animal.

The tears were flowing again, uselessly wetting the cloth which blinded me. My face felt so hot stuffed into the sheets. I screamed and groaned in pain, all muffled. I felt so ashamed, and humiliated. Everything I was meant nothing as he fucked me, my career, my material wealth, my independence, all shattered just like my asshole.

He roughly grabbed my hair and pulled, bending my head back. I grit my teeth. He spoke to me, from just behind my ear. I could feel his harsh breath on my neck. “Damn, I’m gonna miss you after this. Maybe I’ll come visit you again sometime, now that I know where you live.” I hissed through my teeth in reply. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon. I’m gonna cum in your lovely fat ass.” I gasped as he smacked that fat ass of mine, the one he was ravaging and claiming as his.

He let go of my hair, and my head limply fell back into the sheets. He was going harder and harder now, his groans getting louder, his grip tighter. He gave one strong thrust, and his short fingernails cut deeply into my skin. I could feel my blood being drawn. He gave another and let out a vicious growl. I knew he was about to cum, and I could do nothing about it. He gave a third, final thrust, taking my breath away. He pushed into me as deep as he could go and forcefully pressed my chest down into the bed with his hand. Despair overwhelmed me as he came in my ass. His cock pulsed, shooting his seed deep into me. I winced and pouted beneath him while he felt the greatest pleasure in the world.

He pumped his cum into me for what felt like an age, jerking in and out of my ass violently. His deep groans drowned out everything else. Shamefully I realized a part of it felt good to me. Perhaps I was just fucked up, so deranged by a lack of touch that I could find pleasure in this. I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life, so taken and made a whore, a plaything for a man’s desires to be fulfilled through. A vessel for his cum. My mind was aglow with those thoughts as he finished cumming.

I heard him breathing heavily over me, and his hand slid off my back. My ass was still stuffed, both with his cock and his thick cum. He patted it lovingly with his hand, like a man might do a prized possession of his. Finally, and with relief I felt his cock slide out of me.

He shifted off my bed, and I heard him moving around the room. I lay there, my face in the sheets, still sobbing behind the blindfold. I didn’t move, but I let my legs relax and my ass fall down. It still hurt even without him in me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit straight for days, or weeks. And that pain would remind me of tonight.

I heard him dressing himself, the metallic rattle of a belt. I didn’t look up, or dare to take off the blindfold. All I wanted was him to leave, so I could be alone with the rainstorm of feelings I held. I felt his hand caress my hair, and he whispered to me. “You’re a cutie, you know that? I think I will come see you again.”

I didn’t respond, and he left the room without another word.

By myself, I was a complete, inconsolable mess. I just lay there in my bed, the pain and his cum still residing with me. The blindfold still covered my eyes. I didn’t want to take it off, or do anything. My ass felt irreversibly changed by his cock.

As I calmed down, my breath returning to normal, I realized I would have to clean up the mess he had left me with. I uncovered my puffy eyes.

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