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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL
OF A SEXUAL AND VIOLENT NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on
any website. You must obtain the author's permission prior to posting.
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Dangerous Games
by Night Owl
Chapter Posted: 07/08
(Story Content: M/f, Bondage, Oral Rape, Reluctant)
Chapter 1
The house was mostly empty and silent, allowing the whistling of the cool night wind to echo throughout its dark interior. Upstairs, the sound of spraying water overpowered the wind's note as the masked intruder silently made his way up to the bedroom. He crouched behind the bed, just beyond the light that funneled in from the bathroom, so he could watch the woman standing in front of the mirror.
Shana was oblivious to the sinister figure lurking in the shadows as she slipped off her robe and stepped into the steaming shower. Moaning softly, she stood motionless, luxuriating for a moment in the warm caress of the water that sprayed on her neck and flowed in rivers down over her, then took the soap and began to work up the lather in her hands.
The intruder moved away from the bed for a closer look. Hooked in his belt were pair of steel handcuffs, and hunter's knife and some rope. He could see every curve of her body in the shower stall through the clear glass. Her slender, well-toned 5 foot, 5 inch frame was set off beautifully by her long golden hair. Her lovely tits were just the perfect size for her figure, and perfectly symmetrical. She was beautiful, and she knew it . . . and now this bitch was going to get what she deserved.
Shana rubbed the soapy suds up and down her arms, then around her breasts, turning frequently under the cascading spray. Her hands continued to glide freely over the front of her belly, then down her legs and back up to her neatly trimmed bush.
If she had not been so pre-occupied with her shower, Shana might have seen her admirer standing in the bathroon doorway. She applied shampoo and began working the silky lather into her scalp with her fingers. Unwittingly, she turned toward him, and arched her back a little to rinse her hair under the faucet. Her soapy, hard-nippled breasts touched the glass. The intruder held his breath and watched, his one hand toying with the handcuffs in his belt.
When Shana turned her back to him again, he finally made his move. Darting into the bathroom, he tore open the shower door. Shana gasped as her body was seized from behind. A hand cupped her mouth to muffle her screams, but it wasn't necessary. It all seemed to happen in the same instant and Shana was lost in a state of confusion as she was pulled out of the stall and hurtled face down on the bathroom tiles in the grasp of her assailant.
She uttered a guttural moan and fought to repel the onslaught, but she could tell that this manly power was overmatching her feminine strength. Her arms were wrenched behind her, so violently, if felt like her shoulders were being ripped right out of their sockets. She heard the steel cuffs click around her wrists. Shana was now beginning to grasp the gravity of the situation. She was pinned helplessly between his warm body and the cold bathroom tiles. He leaned into her with all of his weight, crushing her breasts and nearly driving all of the air out of her lungs. She felt course rope being wrapped tightly around her upper arms, then her knees, then her ankles.
Shana had no idea who her attacker was, as he wore a black ski mask. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to know what he looked like. A length of rope was tied to her wrists, then looped around her ankles and pulled tight, drawing her feet almost up to her hands before it was tied off.
The hogtie was now complete, rendering her completely helpless, her body, still wet from the shower and lying in a puddle of water. He rolled Shana over on her side, then sat back and watched while she tried to twist her tiny wrists free from the steel cuffs. She groped at the knots behind her ankles, but it was no use. Limbs trembling, Shana finally gave up her struggle, accepting her bondage, and waited quietly for what might happened next.
No movement was possible, other than some minor shifting here and there. Her body began to respond to the tightness of her bindings, and the anticipation of touches to come. Slickness gathered between the folds of her labia. Her nipples and clit became erect, and a need, all to familiar, fisted deep in her belly.
The masked intruder seemed to sense her growing arousal. Amused, he leaned forward and pulled the gag out of her mouth. Shana panted a little after her mouth was released.
"What do you want from me?" she queried, still panting from her struggles.
In a low, raspy voice, the masked intruder answered,
"That's rather obvious, don't you think?"
He pulled the hunter's knife out of his belt, got on his knees behind her, and held the sharp metal blade to her throat.
"Please . . . don't hurt me . . ." she begged.
"You're my slave, aren't you?"
"Please . . ."
"SAY IT."
"I . . . I am your slave."
"That's right. Everything you have belongs to me now, your tits, your pussy, your mouth . . . everything."
Lazily, he traced the shimmering blade around her jutting breasts, down her belly and around her thighs. Shana moaned softly. Her wet flesh pimpled in its wake and her nipples grew hard with arousal. When he inserted the knife blade between her thighs, she began to squirm.
"Don't move," he ordered, then carefully brought the sharp end up against her pink, wet folds. "I wouldn't want to cut you . . . at least not yet."
Shana felt desperately uncomfortable, feeling the steely knifepoint so close to her privates, but at the same time, and for reasens not entirely unknown to her, it really turned her on.
He left the knife sticking out of her thighs, then leaned forward and kissed her right nipple. Shana closed her eyes, she arched her body, practically having a seizure under his touch. His tongue darted in and out as he applied loving torments to both of her breasts. She felt a manicured finger pushing inside her, then another, massaging the sopping walls of her sex. Shana writhed and fought as the waves of pleasure began to wash over her. It felt too good, it had to stop! She tried pulling away, but she was tied up wasn't she? As helpless as she was, Shana had no choice, but to endure whatever was done to her. In a way, the realization felt liberating, allowing every nerve in her body to awaken, and her emotions to run wild without any inhibitions.
"Uhh-Uhh-Uhh!" Shana's rhythmic moans grew louder, as he worked her pussy harder and harder. Finally, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came with a shattering, shuddering crash. Her body shook and quaked, and the fingers inside wouldn't leave until they had wrung every last ounce of sanity from her, leaving her panting and sweating on the floor.
"Now it's MY turn."
He rolled Shana back over onto her belly, and unzipped his pants. Grasping her long, golden hair by one hand, he pulled her head up. What happened to Shana next, could only be described as the violent ravishment of her mouth and throat. The kneeling man had his head back, his eyes closed, as he thrust himself past her open lips. His thrusts were met by the slurping sounds and Shana almost gagging herself on his massive organ.
At last, he arched his back and cried out. He grasped Shana's blonde hair even tighter, and held himself deep in her throat until his balls were emptied. When he was done, she caressed her attacker's softening member with her nimble tonque. He lowered his head and opened his eyes to greet her with a smile.
After the bindings were removed, he carried Shana into the room and playfully tossed her onto the bed.
"Did you enjoy that one, sweetheart," David stretched out next to her.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, then giggled, "You make a wonderful rapist. Only next time, don't be so rough with me at first. You nearly broke my tits on that floor!"
"Next time," David mumbled as he kissed them.
(continued)
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