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Grabbed suddenly from behind, by two strong hands on my waist. 'Who are you, how did you get in!' I screamed. I was given no response, besides a hand clamping across my mouth.

I was spun around, slammed against the counter. 'Keep screaming & I'll be force to hurt you... More then I already plan to.' My intruders first words, as he stared directly into my fearful eyes.

He slowly removed his hand from my face. I kept my mouth shut as I had been told, terrified of what he may have planned for me should I speak. 'Tonight you learn how to follow orders, my little whore.' His only response to my obedience.

'Stay where you are & spread your legs.' His first direct command. I recall a momentary thought, wishing I had worn pants that day. A whimper escaped my lips as I acknowledged his demand & chose to follow. It was enough sound from me, for him to react to my obstinance. I received a quick, stinging slap to my left thigh. Tears sprung into my eyes, no one had ever treated me like this. Yet as I considered an escape attempt, I knew I would let this happen.

'Hope you liked that, because we've only just begun!' he growled, so close I could feel his breath on my face & could see nothing but the depths of his eyes. Shimmering with lust & violence.

Then everything happened in a rush. His left hand grabbed my throat, as he sought under my skirt for my panties, which he tore from my body with what seemed, a well practiced right hand.

He looked around for a moment, saw & grabbed my apron, spun me around & lashed it around my forearms, hands to elbows, forcing my back to arch. I was left with surprisingly little freedom.

In a rush he began fiddling with his belt & fly, trying to release his instrument of rape & depravity as his arousal clearly heightened.

His monster finally unleashed, he shoved me to the ground by my throat, spinning me around as I fell to my knees. I was suddenly face to face with his already throbbing beast. 'Open your mouth you fucking whore.' he directed. I did as I was told.

As I opened my mouth, he forced the head of his cock through my lips. My tongue betrayed me & instinctively licked at the precum I could taste as it entered. 'Oh! Like my cock in there do you?' he said with a slight chuckle & almost instantaneously grasped the back of my head, gripping fingers pulling on my hair & forced my head forward & his large organ down my throat. I gagged almost instantly & tried to pull away, but his strength outdid mine & he kept me firmly locked lips to hilt. 'You'll learn to like this before I'm through' he let me know, as the first tears of strain & humiliation spilled from my eyes. I just stared up at him, begging for mercy with my eyes.

There was no mercy for me that night.

He began to thrust back & forth. All the while continuing his commentary. 'That's right you like cunt, choke on my cock. Keep your whore mouth wide & take it.' Just as I thought I might suffocate, he pulled his tool from my face.

'Now we'll see what you're really made of' as he slapped me across the face 'Spit on it you filthy bitch'. The instant I obliged his demand, he thrust his cock down my throat once more, so forcefully my body seemed to contort with gagging spasms.

A string of phlegm & bile hung between his cock & my lips as he finally removed it from my mouth. He clutched me by the throat & pulled me up onto my feet.

He started pulling open drawers, until he found where I kept my scissors. 'Snip snip!' he teased. Obviously intent on exposing all my charms. A few swift cuts here & there & he'd released my petite bosom. Seemingly possessed, he instantly began kneading & clawing at my tender breasts, as he mindlessly used the scissors to cut away my skirt.

Now completely naked, he seemed to lose any control he may have had. The scissors dropped to the floor & his full attention went to my nipples. Vicious little bites & pinches. I began expressing uncontrollable sounds of excitement. Which seemed to only inflame him more.

I suddenly realised I was enjoying this & that he was excited by that.

As quickly as he'd exposed my breasts, he tired of them & suddenly spun me around so he could view me from behind. Again he searched my kitchen with his eyes, for something to use to satisfy his next depraved idea. Frustration seemed to devour him, as his search produced nothing of use. 'Well you little whore, I guess we'll have to do this the traditional way' he decided, as I felt the first swift spank of his hand lash at my left buttock. I jumped a little, a natural instinct, but again, a reaction that only served to heighten his pleasure. Slap after slap, on the fragile skin of my buttocks & thighs, the speed of his onslaught increasing as his fury intensified.

He suddenly grasp my buttocks with clawed hands, bringing force a fresh level of pain. 'I'll have these cheeks blood red before I'm done' as he delivered another flurry of spanks to my already desperately tender bottom. I squealed in a mixture of pain & pleasure, pushing his ecstasy further as I wriggled & tried meekly to escape his assault.

I'm sure it was no more then a few minutes, though it seemed to last forever & when he was done, my ass was almost numb from the onslaught & my face was wet from my tears. I could see he had remained hard throughout this whole endevour. Which he clarified by suddenly forcing me flat across my counter & thrusting into me.
I screamed. Not from pain, but shock & disgust, with myself. This was truly happening & there was nothing I could do about it , not that I had fought very hard to stop it in the first place. I couldn't understand my behaviour.

He pushed my bound arms into my back for leverage with each forceful plunge inside me. 'Nice & wet for me aren't you?' he sneered. I knew I was, I couldn't ignore the pleasure my rapist had been arousing in me. I was savoring this.

I could feel him growing to an almost unbearable size inside me. His thrusts became furious, lifting my feet off the floor. He moved his hands from my arms to my throat, gaining a new hold, causing each plunge to reach it's ultimate depth.
I knew I was screaming, the pleasure was consuming me, I had lost control.

I suddenly realised he was laughing. A purely maniacal sound. He was insane with his lust for my punishment. He thrust forward with new found strength, as I heard his laughter cut short & felt him erupt inside me. An endless flow of his fluids seemed to fill me as his motion finally slowed.

Now he was spent, he let his wet tool slip from within me, a thick mixture of our fluids clung to his organ. As he stepped away he let my body collapse to the floor, my arms still tied. He stood over me, staring down. As I stared back, drained & satisfied, I noticed my abuser was actually quite handsome. Long dark hair, toned arms & legs, a pair of deep, penetrating eyes. I felt aroused all over again. 'Maybe I'll stop by again sometime, you perfect little slut' he murmured as he left the way he'd came. Leaving me bound & craving more.

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Grabbed suddenly from behind, by two strong hands on my waist. 'Who are you, how did you get in!' I screamed. I was given no response, besides a hand clamping across my mouth.

I was spun around, slammed against the counter. 'Keep screaming & I'll be force to hurt you... More then I already plan to.' My intruders first words, as he stared directly into my fearful eyes.

He slowly removed his hand from my face. I kept my mouth shut as I had been told, terrified of what he may have planned for me should I speak. 'Tonight you learn how to follow orders, my little whore.' His only response to my obedience.

'Stay where you are & spread your legs.' His first direct command. I recall a momentary thought, wishing I had worn pants that day. A whimper escaped my lips as I acknowledged his demand & chose to follow. It was enough sound from me, for him to react to my obstinance. I received a quick, stinging slap to my left thigh. Tears sprung into my eyes, no one had ever treated me like this. Yet as I considered an escape attempt, I knew I would let this happen.

'Hope you liked that, because we've only just begun!' he growled, so close I could feel his breath on my face & could see nothing but the depths of his eyes. Shimmering with lust & violence.

Then everything happened in a rush. His left hand grabbed my throat, as he sought under my skirt for my panties, which he tore from my body with what seemed, a well practiced right hand.

He looked around for a moment, saw & grabbed my apron, spun me around & lashed it around my forearms, hands to elbows, forcing my back to arch. I was left with surprisingly little freedom.

In a rush he began fiddling with his belt & fly, trying to release his instrument of rape & depravity as his arousal clearly heightened.

His monster finally unleashed, he shoved me to the ground by my throat, spinning me around as I fell to my knees. I was suddenly face to face with his already throbbing beast. 'Open your mouth you fucking whore.' he directed. I did as I was told.

As I opened my mouth, he forced the head of his cock through my lips. My tongue betrayed me & instinctively licked at the precum I could taste as it entered. 'Oh! Like my cock in there do you?' he said with a slight chuckle & almost instantaneously grasped the back of my head, gripping fingers pulling on my hair & forced my head forward & his large organ down my throat. I gagged almost instantly & tried to pull away, but his strength outdid mine & he kept me firmly locked lips to hilt. 'You'll learn to like this before I'm through' he let me know, as the first tears of strain & humiliation spilled from my eyes. I just stared up at him, begging for mercy with my eyes.

There was no mercy for me that night.

He began to thrust back & forth. All the while continuing his commentary. 'That's right you like cunt, choke on my cock. Keep your whore mouth wide & take it.' Just as I thought I might suffocate, he pulled his tool from my face.

'Now we'll see what you're really made of' as he slapped me across the face 'Spit on it you filthy bitch'. The instant I obliged his demand, he thrust his cock down my throat once more, so forcefully my body seemed to contort with gagging spasms.

A string of phlegm & bile hung between his cock & my lips as he finally removed it from my mouth. He clutched me by the throat & pulled me up onto my feet.

He started pulling open drawers, until he found where I kept my scissors. 'Snip snip!' he teased. Obviously intent on exposing all my charms. A few swift cuts here & there & he'd released my petite bosom. Seemingly possessed, he instantly began kneading & clawing at my tender breasts, as he mindlessly used the scissors to cut away my skirt.

Now completely naked, he seemed to lose any control he may have had. The scissors dropped to the floor & his full attention went to my nipples. Vicious little bites & pinches. I began expressing uncontrollable sounds of excitement. Which seemed to only inflame him more.

I suddenly realised I was enjoying this & that he was excited by that.

As quickly as he'd exposed my breasts, he tired of them & suddenly spun me around so he could view me from behind. Again he searched my kitchen with his eyes, for something to use to satisfy his next depraved idea. Frustration seemed to devour him, as his search produced nothing of use. 'Well you little whore, I guess we'll have to do this the traditional way' he decided, as I felt the first swift spank of his hand lash at my left buttock. I jumped a little, a natural instinct, but again, a reaction that only served to heighten his pleasure. Slap after slap, on the fragile skin of my buttocks & thighs, the speed of his onslaught increasing as his fury intensified.

He suddenly grasp my buttocks with clawed hands, bringing force a fresh level of pain. 'I'll have these cheeks blood red before I'm done' as he delivered another flurry of spanks to my already desperately tender bottom. I squealed in a mixture of pain & pleasure, pushing his ecstasy further as I wriggled & tried meekly to escape his assault.

I'm sure it was no more then a few minutes, though it seemed to last forever & when he was done, my ass was almost numb from the onslaught & my face was wet from my tears. I could see he had remained hard throughout this whole endevour. Which he clarified by suddenly forcing me flat across my counter & thrusting into me.
I screamed. Not from pain, but shock & disgust, with myself. This was truly happening & there was nothing I could do about it , not that I had fought very hard to stop it in the first place. I couldn't understand my behaviour.

He pushed my bound arms into my back for leverage with each forceful plunge inside me. 'Nice & wet for me aren't you?' he sneered. I knew I was, I couldn't ignore the pleasure my rapist had been arousing in me. I was savoring this.

I could feel him growing to an almost unbearable size inside me. His thrusts became furious, lifting my feet off the floor. He moved his hands from my arms to my throat, gaining a new hold, causing each plunge to reach it's ultimate depth.
I knew I was screaming, the pleasure was consuming me, I had lost control.

I suddenly realised he was laughing. A purely maniacal sound. He was insane with his lust for my punishment. He thrust forward with new found strength, as I heard his laughter cut short & felt him erupt inside me. An endless flow of his fluids seemed to fill me as his motion finally slowed.

Now he was spent, he let his wet tool slip from within me, a thick mixture of our fluids clung to his organ. As he stepped away he let my body collapse to the floor, my arms still tied. He stood over me, staring down. As I stared back, drained & satisfied, I noticed my abuser was actually quite handsome. Long dark hair, toned arms & legs, a pair of deep, penetrating eyes. I felt aroused all over again. 'Maybe I'll stop by again sometime, you perfect little slut' he murmured as he left the way he'd came. Leaving me bound & craving more.