The sirens and lights drove past the neighborhood. The man rose slowly from his crouch. Black long sleeve tee and dark cargo pants hid him well in the darken room.
He had been very unlucky tonight. The random guy smoking next to the house he had just broken into had tripped the motion detector. Light flooding the area just as he made entry. And then the owner of the house grumbling as he walked out of the bedroom with his puppy. It was supposed to be a simple grab of the computer for the contract. And maybe a little cash and other small electronics to cover up the intent.
But the lights started a chase through the streets. Jumping fences. Some red and blue flashing lights closing in. An opportunity to hide as he checked the garage side door of this house and into the residence to watch from a window. The police lights moved off in the opposite direction as they went through their procedures.
He looked around the room now. A couch and chair in the center of the room. A small table and a TV against a wall. Perhaps just a quick peek around won’t hurt he thought. But as he turned he saw the red flash. A camera was in the corner, his bad luck continued he thought. He walked past the camera and down through the kitchen trying to find a quiet exit. “Asshole!” As the bat came down across his back. The second one across his head and ear as it went black.
His head was throbbing as he became aware of being awake. He was sitting up but it wasn’t comfortable for some reason. His eyes moved under his lids, but they wouldn’t open as if taped. The air was hot as he breathed in slowly. He tried to roll his head but it was attached something hard.
“Ah, you seem to be waking up now. Good. Now, answer very carefully. Your life depends on it.” The woman’s voice had a command to it. Every threat sounded real. “Do you know who I am?”
“No. I just opened the door to hide from the cops.” He offered
“What were you supposed to take from Mr. Wilbert’s house?”
“Just a computer and some cash. How did you know?” His head pounded but he could move his arms. His legs started to feel normal as the jello feeling had disappeared.
“I’ve been watching you sneak around the neighborhood tonight. I’m the one who called the police. Who paid you to do that? I don’t believe you would have known what was on that drive.” He knew she was walking around him as she questioned him. Just didn’t know what or how she was going to finish with him.
“I don’t know anything. I swear. Can you let me go please” The voice was begging even as he tried to sound confident.
“Well know one knows you’re here. And all I have to do is say you broke in and tried to rape me. No one would question why I killed you” she stated coolly. “But, since you asked so nicely, and I’m feeling generous, I might let you go after.”
Those were the last things he heard from her as she put a set of noise cancelling earphones on his head and the world was muted. A soft hum and his heartbeat is all he could distinguish. Eyes still sealed shut, and head restrained back to a board as he sat in a chair. He felt the shears cut the fabric of his shirt from the sleeves going up toward his neck. He could have swung his arms but he didn’t know how what else she could do. Soon the scissors had freed his chest and arms from his shirt. Her hands ran along his pecs and neck. Firmly squeezing his throat until he started to lose consciousness, head a slight bob against a restraint before the grip was relinquished.
The hands continued to rub up and down his chest. The board behind his head started to be uncomfortable. He could feel his adrenaline ramping up as he tried to move his arms. Her hand slapped his arm back into the resting position across his lap. He could feel his captor straddle his lap. After a few moments of the tracing of his chest and abs, she took his hand and placed it on what must have been her chest. He felt her firm breasts through a thin lacy fabric. The fullness was amazing, her full nip firm under his palm. Her hands guided him to massage and rub her tits. Pulling and twisting as he felt her push them into his hands.
Her hands left his on her breasts, tracing down to his belt. She expertly undid the belt and unbuttoned his pants. Leaning down she pulled his pants off. He couldn’t help himself, he felt his cock moving. His cock was as hard as this wooden chair. She traced along his bare thighs and roughly took hold of it, pulling and then twisting it in her hands. Then grabbing a hold of his hanging balls she squeezed and pulled hard on them. Slapping and torturing his rod for several minutes. Flinching with each impact, he let our groans and sharp intakes. He had always had his balls and cock caressed and he was surprised that the rough handling made him harder than he had been in years.
She stepped away from her captured toy for a moment. He then felt the sharp pain in his thigh from her heel as she pressed there and toed his balls. He couldn’t help the tears running down his face, and begged her to stop. There was no let up in the pressure and he found no relief in his positioning until she again stepped away. The seconds and minutes as much torture as he wondered if he was going to get out of this. If she was near or not.
He felt her hand on his bare chest and shoulder minutes later. The bottom of the chair started to move with her effort. He felt his ass sink down as the seat was removed and she had stopped touching him. His legs were tingling as he sat there unsupported, and unable to move his head. The riding crop hit his bare ass cheek through the opening to his surprise. He jerked from the shock. This was just straight pain and he could feel his erection fade. Another sharp whip to the other cheek as his hands found the frame of the chair to support some of his weight. The third hit is hanging scrotum, sending a level of pain through him at an eleven. The whipping stopped as she now touched his cock again, stroking it, trying to arouse it back to its previous state. But the pain was too much for him to overcome, and he remained limp. Then he felt two pills slipped into his mouth. Her hands holding his mouth shut, the opening it and looking to make sure he had swallowed. seeing that he tried to hide them, she slapped his scrotum with the crop and closed his mouth again. He got the point and swallowed it down and she was no longer touching him.
The time was hard to judge, and anxiety was high as he wondered what was those pills. He worked on holding his bottom off the frame, keeping his legs from sleeping. After a while he reached up to touch his eyes, but a cane hit his forearm once he got to about shoulder high. She hadn’t left, she was just waiting and watching him. Hands on his chest down to his cock again. This time, there was the expected response, hard and long and thick. And he now understood what the pills were, viagra to keep him hard through the next session. A begging of “please stop and let me go. I won’t say anything, I don’t know where or who you are.”
After a couple more crops and canes to his ass and thighs, cock and scrotum she stopped. He felt the back of the chair move and the seat started to slide back into position. He relaxed his arms a bit. Then he felt his head move lower, forcing him to put his ass on the front edge of the chair.
The next moments went from torture to bliss. He felt her thighs against his. Hand wrapped around his enhanced hard-on. The warmth and wet of an aroused pussy being penetrated. The groans he released as he felt the weight of her on his hips and lap. Feeling her in control of depth and speed. Grinding through the stroke, Letting the head just barely enter and then completely be removed. Sliding her clit against him before taking it and pushing it back inside. He couldn’t believe how great this sex was. This woman who had tortured him, was now making him have unrealized feelings and levels of pleasure he had never known existed. She buried her pussy against his pelvis, grinding as he felt her walls spasmed. He couldn’t help it and sprayed inside her. He didn’t know how she was going to take it, but it must have been ok as there was no retort.
The pills were working though, his hard-on didn’t dissipate like normal, and she kept her pussy grinding on him, stroking up and down his shaft until she has him buried and his cock was milked with her walls. Again he had no concept of time as she used her captured toy to her liking. When she had spasmed for the 4th time, she stood up.
The headphones were removed finally. “There will be some bruising. And the erection should go away in an hour. Now to get out of here alive just do as I say” as she pressed a barrel to his temple. He nodded and followed the instructions. He had a hood placed over his head, and led naked to the waiting car. He laid down and was covered in the back seat, hands and feet zip tied during the ride. it must have been about 40 minutes as his erection started to fade. Car stopped, he was pulled out and left in a wooded area. “Don’t take jobs in my neighborhood again, or this will end differently.” The barrel again pressed against his head. “Your clothes are at your feet. wait 10 minutes, then remove the hood and go home.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w3olkx/wrong_house_fmnoncontorture