An Unwelcome Visitor

An Unwelcome Visitor

I looked at the letters lying on the table, the cut out magazine words standing out against the white background. My friend, Joanna and her boyfriend Marty, had been getting threatening letters for over a week now, though they couldn’t work out why. Each letter had a different message – we know where you are, we are watching you, look out – and they gave me the creeps. I had been trying to convince my friends to go to the police for the last hour, but they refused, saying it was probably just some prank. I couldn’t understand but had to accept their decision. Anyway, they were going away for the weekend, saying some time away would be a good for both of them. I had been invited to join them, but I had to do a late shift and then had some gardening I just wanted to get done. I told them to not worry about me and have a great time.

They said they were worried about me and to make sure I locked up, but I pointed out that the letters had been addressed to them not me. As they drove off, I got ready for work and hoped that they would have a relaxing weekend. Work was busy and I didn’t have time to even think about the letters or my friends. Driving home, I thought about having a long, hot bath and rolling into bed. Pressing the button for the garage door, I had just driven the car in when something caught my eye behind the car. It had looked like a person, but when I looked again no one was there. Thinking my tiredness was just playing tricks on me, I pressed the button to close the garage door.

Shutting the car door, I had no time to avoid the hand that wrapped itself around my neck and blocked off my air. “Don’t scream or you’ll be sorry!” I could feel the muscles in his arm as he tightened his grip. His other hand came and covered my mouth, as he walked me towards the door leading into the house. It was not easy to find the right key to open the door, but eventually I got it open. I was shaking, my mind not able to register what was happening. He pushed me inside and made me lock the door, before moving me into the lounge room.

I was pushed down onto the couch, giving me my first chance to see him. I was not surprised to see that he was well built. His face I couldn’t see as he had on a balaclava, with only his eyes and mouth showing. “Ok, so where are your friends?” It took me a moment to realise he was talking about Joanna and Marty.

“They are away for the weekend.” I hoped he would go now that he knew they were not here, but it seemed he had other plans. “Well, then I might just have to leave them a message, so that they know I am serious.” I wondered what problem he had with my friends. “Stand up and take me to your bedroom.” His voice sounded deep and gruff, almost as if he was trying to hide his real voice.

When I was slow to respond, he pulled me up with a firm grip on my upper arm. “When I tell you to do something, you will react right away, do you understand?” I nodded, the reality of the situation hitting home. Once in my room, he shut the door and I felt a surge of fear. What did he want? What if he hurt me or raped me? I felt my body start to shake as I thought of what could happen to me. He moved to my CD player and chose one of my favourite discs, the music I loved wafting around the room.

“Turn around and face me!” Turning, I looked into his eyes, noticing how green they were. “You are going to undress, like a strip tease.” I looked at him in shock, while he stared back at me.

‘Please, don’t make me do this.” No sooner had the words come out of my mouth, then he had my face in a tight grip.

“Did I say I wanted conversation?” I shook my head as much as I could and he let go. I couldn’t look at him as I started to unbutton my blouse, my fingers trembling on the button.

“Hey, I thought I said I wanted a tease, come on, move those hips.” I tried to move to the music, all the time waiting for him to insist I do better. Taking off my blouse, I felt embarrassed by being in my bra in front of this stranger.

My skirt came off amid my awkward moves and then I was down to my underwear. “Spin around for me baby.” I turned slowly, anything to delay having to actually take off my underwear.

When I got back to my original position again, he had taken his cock out and was rubbing it up and down. I took a step back, not waiting to be near it. He growled at me and I froze. “Did I tell you to move? Don’t piss me off or you will be sorry.”

I quickly reached behind to undo my bra, remembering to move my hips at the same time. A sob escaped my lips as I pulled it off and dropped it to the floor. He still had his hand on his cock as I brought my hand down to the waistband of my underpants. “Go on, show me what you have hidden down there.”

Slowly I pulled down my pants, the tears now starting to flow, as I knew I was now naked. He let go of his cock, putting it back into his pants. He headed towards me, making me have to fight the urge to run. My mouth was dry and I was shaking, my hands moving to cover my breasts and pussy from his prying eyes.

He didn’t say a word, just moved my hands and pulled them behind me, tying them together with some kind of rope. I tried to get free, but though there was a little bit of give in the tie, there was no way I could get loose. Still struggling, I noticed a red ball being lowered in front of my face.

“Open up baby.” I felt the ball being pushed in past my lips and tried hard to push it back out, but he was stronger and soon it was sitting firmly in my mouth. I could feel the ball filling my mouth and moaned as I realised it was not going to come out without him undoing it.

He was now walking around me, his hands running over my body until they rested on my breasts. “These really are beautiful, but I think I can make them look even better.” I didn’t want to know what he meant but when he pulled out some more rope and began to wind it around each breast, I started to get the picture. My breasts were getting rounder with each wind of the rope and I could only just look on in shock. When he was done, it looked like I had two balloons on my chest and I could see my nipples standing out.

”There, that’s better. You are almost ready.” Ready for what, I wondered. He pulled me back until I was on the bed and lay me down on my stomach, my breasts pressing painfully on the surface of the bed. Moaning as I tried to ease the pressure, I felt him tie my ankles together and then pull my tied arms up. I could feel a stretch in my back as my hands were tied to my ankles.

He stood back and just looked at me, his cock back in his hand as he rubbed it up and down. I started to get very nervous as he walked around the bed. After another minute or so, he put his cock away and moved around behind me. The feel of his fingers in my pussy made me jump, though I was amazed at how easily he had got them in. I realised I was not only wet but also soaked. “Wow baby, you must really like this. At least it will make the next part easier.”

I hung my head in shame as something hard and cold was pushed into my pussy, making me gasp as it just seemed to keep on going. Finally it stopped and he pulled my hair to make me look up at him. “I have to be going soon, but I wanted to leave you something to remember me by.” With that I felt the vibrations begin. It was low at first and I was able to ignore them as he moved out of the room.

I heard the front door open and close just before the vibrations got faster and I lost all sense of time. As my orgasm approached, I could just hear what sounded like a motorbike riding away but was not able to tell which way it went as the orgasm ripped through me. I lay my head down, the drool making a puddle on the bedcover and realised I could be here for a long time, as Joanna and Marty were not due back until the following afternoon.

It seemed like I had been on the bed forever as I heard a car pull up outside, but I thought it was probably only a few hours since I had been tied up. Had he come back? I felt another orgasm start to form and tried to fight it, though I knew I would be as unsuccessful as I had been the last dozen times.

I tensed as the front door opened but then I heard what sounded like Joanna’s voice. Trying to scream, I began to cum again, though not as strongly as the previous one had been. I had to let her know I was in trouble and started to rock my body till I managed to get up the bed more to try and kick something off my side table onto the floor.

At least the vibrator was quiet. I had discovered that it ran in cycles, sometimes starting up every few minutes and other times letting me have a rest before going again. I rolled onto my side and kicked my feet out, ignoring the pain it caused in my arms. The first few tries I just kicked air and then I felt something hard and remembered my book. After a few more tries I managed to send it flying, the thud as it hit the floor hopefully loud enough to make an impact. When nothing happened, I tried again and managed to send my lamp crashing to the floor. Breathing hard, I could feel the vibrator starting up again as someone knocked on the door and then opened it up slowly when I didn’t answer.

Joanna’s surprised face looked blurred as I was rocked by yet another orgasm, my body not needing very much stimulation to cum. I felt her turn it off and I lay in an exhausted mess on the bed. The next thing I knew I was sitting in my long overdue warm bath, with Joanna fussing over me and Marty making some hot tea in the kitchen. They wanted to know what had happened, but I was just too tired to talk about it and told them I would tell them in the morning. I was even too tired to wonder why they were home so early and after my cup of tea, went straight back to bed, this time to sleep.