by Paul Blades
But now this evil force of a man was going to fuck her. She felt an urge to tell him to release her arms so that she could show him the time of his life, but her mouth was stuffed and she couldn’t tell him that even if she wanted. Besides, it would be wrong. It would be giving in to the most base side of herself. He had broken into her home, threatened to burn off her face, was in the process of stealing about $250,000 worth of cash and jewels. And, in the end, he might kill her. In fact, probably would kill her. She had tried to block that thought from her mind, but now it came racing to the fore. He was going to fuck her and then kill her. And she would be damned if she would give him an ounce more of pleasure then she had to. Fuck him anyway! It was so unfair! She had everything to live for! “Oh, please don’t do it! Please! Please!” she thought miserably.
Jack stood up from his crouch and turned off the water. He took hold of the woman’s hair and dragged her out of the shower. On a rack next to it was the biggest, fluffiest towel he had ever seen. He grabbed it and used it to dry the woman’s legs and loins. He tossed the towel onto the floor and then pulled her back into the bedroom. He took her over to the bed and made her sit down at the edge.
She watched him tearfully as he stripped down for action. After he was naked, he looked at her and noticed her tear stained cheeks. She was trembling and her eyes conveyed near hysteria. He figured out right away what was her problem. He took her face in his hand and made her look up at him. “I’m not going to kill you,” he told her. “You’re much too valuable for that. We’re just going to have a little fun, that’s all. And then we’ll be going on a little trip. You’ll get to see some new places and meet some interesting people. So just relax and enjoy it.”
Darla didn’t know whether to be relieved or dismayed. He wasn’t going to kill her, but he was going to kidnap her. She didn’t want to be kidnapped. She just wanted the big man to go away. She wanted to beg him to leave her behind, but she couldn’t talk. She tried anyway. “…eeease, …ont,” she whined. He ignored her and sat down next to her on the bed.
Her toys were next to them. Jack passed them through his hands, one by one, examining them. “I’ll bet you’ve had a lot of fun with these,” he said to her. “I’m glad you like it kind of kinky, cause I do too.” He had the ball gag in his hand. “We won’t need this,” he said tossing it aside. “You’re mouth’s already full. But this,” he said picking up the leather hood, “this looks like a lot of fun.”
Through her tears, Darla stared at the leather confinement. Gerry had brought it home one night. She had refused to wear it, even after he offered her a new diamond necklace. The idea of being all bound up that way was abhorrent. And now her captor had it in his hands! She wouldn’t let him put it on her. She would struggle and fight and kick and twist and turn. A stab of cold fear went through her. “No! No! No! No! No!” she thought.
Jack saw her dismay. It made his cock stir. He hadn’t been sure he was going to use it, but now there was no question. He reached out and grabbed the hair on back of her head, twisting it fiercely. “You’re going on a little ride tonight, honey,” he said harshly, “but there’s a lot of time left before we go and I’m sure I can find a lot of ways to make you extremely unhappy first. Just get one thing through your head. From now on, until further notice, you are going to do exactly as I say when I say it. If you don’t, you are going to be very, very, sorry. Got that?”
Tears were flowing down Darla’s face. Her whole body was chilled. A vicious sourness filled her belly. She could feel the roots of her hair screaming. She tried to nod her head, yes, but she couldn’t move it. She just whined instead.
Jack smiled. There was nothing like breaking in a new cunt.
He released her hair and spread open the hood. “Sit still,” he told the woman. The hood zippered up the back. He applied the front to her face. She released a wail. He adjusted it for her eyes and nose and then brought the halves together behind her head. In a second, he lowered the zipper.
The hood was made of shiny, black leather. It went all the way over her face, around her chin and down her neck where there was a shiny brass ring embedded in it. It glistened in the light. Behind the mask the woman’s eyes were peering out madly. Her shoulder length, whitish blond hair was captured against her neck. That wouldn’t do. He had brought the manacles out with him from the bathroom. He leaned over and applied them to her ankles. “Stay right here,” he told her.
Back in the bathroom, he quickly rustled through the drawers until he found what he was looking for. It was a pair of shiny, steel scissors. He came back into the bedroom. Darla was where he had left her. Her eyes peered out from her black shrouded head. Jack sat down next to her. “Don’t move,” he told her sternly. Using the scissors, he cut away all of the blond hair that was sticking out of the hood, going all around her neck. The woman moaned and whined while he did it, but he paid her complaints no mind. When he was done, he leaned back and looked at her. Now her shoulders were capped by a big, black ball. The hood seemed to be made for her.
“That’s better,” he said. But not perfect. She still looked too human. The cut out for her mouth was wide open, showing her plump, downturned lips and the little bit of blue ball that could be seen between them. He took hold of her chin and zipped it closed. She whined again. Now all that could be seen were her eyes. He would leave the eyeholes open for now. The frantic look in her eyes was too good to miss.
He grabbed a teat and twisted it, making the woman shriek. “I want you to get up on the bed and lay down on your belly with your head on a pillow,” he told her. She nodded desperately. He released her nipple, reddened now and sore. She leaned over on her side and began to wriggle herself onto the bed. He watched her as she rose to her knees on the mattress and, as much as her chained ankles would allow, shuffled herself towards the headboard. When she was near it, with a sob, she laid herself down, her bound hands taut behind her in the shiny cuffs that Jack had applied earlier.
He took the key to the cuffs from his pants pocket and scooted up the bed next to her. He released one of her wrists and, holding onto the empty ring, ordered her to turn over. When she had complied, he moved her bound hand up towards the headboard and held it there with one hand while he took hold of her loose wrist and brought it up. The headboard had 12” wide and long cutouts in it, each two divided by a thick spindle. Raising her bound wrist to the spindle, he held it there while he brought the other wrist up. He passed the empty ring of the cuffs behind the spindle and attached it to the woman’s free wrist. Her hands were locked in place above her. He then went down to her ankles and released one ring of the shackle. “Spread your legs,” he told her.
With a dismal look in her eyes, she spread her legs open.
“Now raise your knees,” he said.
She raised her knees about a foot off the bed. He raised his hand and gave her full breasts a mighty slap. She howled and scrunched up on her side, trying to cover her mammaries. Her movement just exposed another part of her to harm.
Jack was pissed now. He swung his hand down swift and hard on her rear cheek. It made a loud ‘crack!’ He did it again and again and once more for good measure. The woman screamed and sobbed and twisted her body. Jack leaned forward. He took hold of the ring in the hood beneath her chin. He brought his face about 4” from hers.
“We’re going to try this again,” he told her menacingly. “I want those knees high and those legs spread wide, got it!” She made a mewing sound which substituted for an affirmation. Jack released the ring and leaned back. Darla spread her legs wide and raised her knees high, her feet flat on the bed.
“That’s better,” Jack told her.
He positioned himself between her wide-spread knees. She was a wonderful sight. Her right breast was reddened where he had slapped it. The leather hood around her eyes was wet with her tears. Her vulva was proffered nicely. Jack ran his hands up and down her soft, snow white thighs. They were smooth and firm. When he ran his hand across her belly, it shuddered slightly as
if recoiling from his touch. He leaned forwards, laying his stiffened cock atop the woman’s quim, placing his hands on either side of her torso and began to suckle at her thick, swollen nipples. The woman mewed and her body shifted slightly beneath him. He put his weight on his left hand and took hold of her left breast, squeezing and mauling it while he swirled his tongue over her areola. After some moments of blissful satisfaction, he moved to her right, kissing and suckling at her teat while his hand squeezed and mashed her breast.
When he had had his fill, Jack slowly began to lower his torso over hers. He dragged his tongue down along her belly as he retreated. When he was back far enough, he let his tongue slide along the narrow gap between her love lips. She whined and her thighs tightened against his head. He stiffened his tongue and probed the gap, up and down, up and down, while his right hand played with her breasts. He diddled her love button with the tip of his tongue and then began a soft, leisurely suckle on it. Darla moaned and her hips shifted. Darla’s pussy, if not Darla herself, welcomed his ministrations. The gap between her labia widened and the lips themselves began to puff up with blood. He brought his tongue back down to her divide and slipped it deep within her crevasse, tickling her distending opening. When he tasted her moisture, and smelled the tell-tale musky scent of her arousal, his cock stirred.
He rose from between her thighs. Her chest had broken out in little splotches of pink and a sheen of sweat had arisen across it. He reached out his hand and took hold of one of her vibrators. It was pink and thick and had a little attachment near the base meant for her clit. He turned it on and it began to buzz.
Darla’s eyes, which had closed in response to her mixed emotions of mortification and desire, snapped open. She whined and her eyes took on a pleading mien. Jack smiled. “Here comes the fun part,” he told her.
He shuffled up so that his torso lay against her right thigh. He brought the shuddering instrument down to the woman’s belly. He ran it over her belly and up around her breasts. He placed it against her nipples, one after the other. Darla’s eyes closed again. She whined and her hips squirmed.
He brought the vibrating toy back down over her belly and then over her loins. He ran it over her plump, reddened labial lips, over their tops and along their sides, both inside and out. Darla squirmed. Her left thigh began to move towards her center to try and deny him his pleasure. He merely pressed down on it with his hand until it was wide apart once more.
“Move it again,” he told her, “and I’ll slap your cunt so hard you’ll spit out your ovaries!” Darla whined piteously and gave him an unhappy nod of affirmance.
Jack went back to his routine, recommencing the teasing of her quim. He brought the tip of the device to the entrance to her channel and pushed it in slightly, just enough so that she could feel its voracious tremors. She gave out a moan. It was long and deep and differed qualitatively from her prior moans of unhappiness. She actually elevated her hips slightly, involuntarily, to maximize the contact of the instrument with her hole. Slowly, but surely, Jack eased it forward. There was no mistaking now her push back to the device. Her left leg spread wider, her ass lifted slightly from the bed. Her head tilted back.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, Jack eased the fat device in and out of her orifice. Her moans deepened and began to alternate with little mewing sounds. The cuffs on her wrists scraped against the wood of the spindle. Her back arched. She tried to murmur something, some protest, perhaps, a doleful, hopeless entreaty for forbearance, or, maybe, a supplication to bring on the excitement of her pussy in earnest. It was hard to tell. It may have been a little of both.
Jack watched with relish the signs of the woman’s arousal. His cock was hard as steel and needy in its own right, but he was patient and exercised restraint. Forcing the woman to pleasure against her will was a excruciatingly pleasant experience.
He heard the woman utter faintly, “…eeeeeease! …eeeeeease!” from her sealed mouth. He slid the shuddering dildo wholly within her and then leaned over and began to lick at her rigid button of desire. He pushed against it with his tongue and flicked at it and then subsumed it between his lips, giving it a long, hard suckle.
Darla released a loud moan. Her back arched and she began to utter slightly audible little grunts. Then, like a switch had been flipped, her body shuddered and she groaned. He heard her going, “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” from beyond her sealed lips. Her left foot, her only free one, the one with the manacle still attached, dug in deep into the mattress with its heel, sliding up and down frantically. Her belly tightened. Her grunts turned to a long, ghostly moan, “Ouuuuuuuuuuooooooooooooo!’
When her orgasm seemed to subside, Jack rose from her pussy. He left the pink vibrator buried in her quim and picked up the other. It was thick, thicker than the pink one, and black with vein like ridges. He turned it on. While the pink one had vibrated fast and light, this one had more of a throb to it. Its vibration released a deep hum.
Darla’s left leg was still moving up and down dulsatorily. Jack leaned over and took hold of the ankle and brought it up towards the woman’s torso. He had been leaning on her right leg, and he slipped off of it. Putting the black dildo aside momentarily, he took the woman’s right ankle and brought it up to match the left. Her thighs were now brought together and her ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed. Jack took hold of both ankles in his left hand, pushing her feet down towards her breasts. With his left, he took up the throbbing faux cock. He shuffled himself closer to the woman so that he could get a better angle and then pressed its tip against the little, brown, exposed star between her rear cheeks.
Darla released a deep moan of protest and tried to wriggle her legs free, but Jack’s mountain man sized hand easily held her ankles in place. He pressed the tip of the vibrator about a half inch inside the soft opening. Darla released a muffled plea tail-ended by a long, piteous whine.
The orgasm had been shattering. Darla didn’t know where this man was from or who he was, but he sure knew his way around a pussy. Her shame at her treatment was almost smothered by the wonderfully ecstatic throbs of pleasure she had experienced. But what he was doing now was another thing entirely. No way did she want to let him pierce her there. She had never let anyone do that, although Don, her truck driver, had tried a few times. She had scratched and squirmed and screeched her disapproval and he had eventually given up the task of forcing her submission to his perverse desire. Maybe the Tex-Mex bitch had let him do it and that’s why he had run off with her, who knows? If that was what really turned him on then good riddance to him.
And now her assailant was making entrance at the same gate she had denied Big Don. She couldn’t let it happen, wouldn’t let it happen! She had to stop him!!
Darla’s body began a revolt against her imprisonment. She squirmed and screamed behind her gag. She swayed her hips from side to side. She pulled desperately at her feet. She yanked hard against the headboard, trying to free her hands. She growled and mewed and shouted. But nothing seemed to work. The man just held the throbbing instrument slightly lodged within her rear hole. She could feel its vibrations around her ring. And the other one, the one he had fucked her with, it was still vibrating in her pussy, creating a bothersome, pleasurable distraction to her efforts.
Jack enjoyed the woman’s struggle. His only reaction was to press her feet down farther towards her chest, jamming her knees against her breasts. Her ass was almost straight up into the air. He made a little circle with the dildo, widening the entrance. And then he slowly eased it in, watching the brown tinted tissue part and swallow it.
He started to move it in and out. Darla had ceased her struggles as if the sensation of having her rear entrance stuffed had paralyzed her. She was issuing mewing sounds from behind her sealed lips. After a full two minutes of torment, her body seemed to sag and her mews subsided. The tension went out of her legs. She began a long, deep hum. With that sound, Jack knew that it was time.
He pulled the black dildo from her bowel and tossed it
onto the floor. Then, still holding her ankles in place with his left hand, he shifted himself so that he was towering over her. He took his cock in his right hand and guided it to the brownish star. Placing his weight on it, he slid his thick, rigid cock slowly inside until it was buried to its hilt.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” Darla moaned. She didn’t know what had come over her. At one point, it was hard to pinpoint exactly when, the buzzing in her ass had turned from a vicious affront to something entirely different. A tingling arose from her dainty ring unlike anything she had ever experienced. And when he had pushed the vibrator deep within her, the sensation of the both of them vibrating in a sort of syncopated rhythm, the black deep and solid, and the pink one in her coosh rapid and light, made a wave of excitement flow through her.
And then it was out. The tingling in her bowel had ceased. She opened her eyes to see the man in the process of mounting her. She had only a second or to within which to decide to struggle and wriggle and shift her hips in a vain but necessary to her pride and integrity struggle to deny him this use of her, or to succumb to the strange, unwanted pleasure of having her dainty ring scoured and abraded by his thick, fleshy instrument. In the moment that she took to decide, without really having resolved the terrible conflict between her wants and her desires, the man had taken the necessary position and the tip of his cock had breached the loosened and stretched out hole and was pressing downwards.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned. The sensation of being filled with his thick, hot phallus caused a wave of pleasure to pass through her. Her mind was rebelling, shouting vigorously inside her head, “Take it out! Take it out! Take it out!” while her body was suffused with a vibration that made it shudder with need. When he began his motions, her passion turned viral and she began to grunt and moan. The thick presence in her rear dragging across the now highly sensitive ring of flesh was harmonized with the ever-present, insistent buzzing in her quim. She pulled desperately at her hands. She arched her back. She bit down hard on the presence in her mouth. She stared hard at her assailant, wide eyed, hating and wanting him all at the same time. “What am I doing? What am I doing?” she thought madly. “Oh, stop! Oh, stop! Oh, stop!” she thought and then, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please! Please! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
