Anna

Anna

By Carrie Anne

 

            It had been one of those days—a Friday when everything that could go wrong at the office had gone wrong.  The payroll clerk had royally fucked up and paid everyone a thousand dollar bonus.  It has taken her forever to void out those checks and fire the payroll clerk.  Last time I will hire a man for position, she thought to herself as she drove home.

            Sheer exhaustion kept Anna home that evening instead of driving over to Biloxi with friends to gamble a little and eat too much at the buffet.  She stripped and walked to bathroom to run a hot bath.  She sighed as she leaned back in her large tub, the bubbles up to the edge.  She looked down and thought she looked damned good to be turning 50 next month.  Her stomach was flat, her nipples still pointed up, and she only had a few lines around her eyes—probably from squinting into the sun at the beach.

            She dried off, and slipped on old silky nightgown.  She grabbed another bottle of water and headed off to bed.  Anna slid into bed.  It was an old four-poster bed that had been in her family for years.  She still thanked her lucky stars she was able to salvage it after Katrina had wiped out her old home at Gulfport.  Anna turned MPB on her radio, turned out the light, and slipped on her sleep mask and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

            He watched her sleeping from the doorway, smiling at the way one leg was outside the covers while the other was safely under.  He pulled his knife out from it’s his bag of tricks and sat down on the bed.  He put his hand on her mouth, and simply said, “Shhhhhh” and ran the blade of his knife on her arm, letting her know he was expecting her total obedience.

            Anna tried to control her panic and her breathing.  If she was going to get out of this alive, she had to keep her wits about her.  The alarm, she thought to herself, why the fuck didn’t the alarm go off?  And where was her panic button?

            “I want you to sit up slowly,” he said.

            Anna slowly pulled herself to a sitting position.

            “Good girl.  Cooperation will make this easier for you.  Now, hands in front of you.”

            Anna held her hands out to the intruder and he quickly put a zip-tie on them.  They were tight, but not too tight. 

            Anna started crying.

            “Now, now,” he said.  “Don’t start that.”

            He reached between her legs and she tried to move from him.  He reached up and pinched her left nipple through her gown.  “Settle down, girl.  Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

            “Please,” she whispered.  “You will hurt me if you rape me.  I…I…I am almost fifty and I have problems getting wet down there.”  She was so embarrassed and so humiliated she wished the bed would open up and swallow her up.

            He tried pushing a finger into her pussy, but it didn’t want to go.  He cursed to himself, and then he spied a bottle of lotion on her bedside table.  He squirted some on his middle finger and told her, “Sit up on your knees, but keep them open wide for me.”

            Anna raised herself up, hoping he was going to let her go but then she felt his hand moving back between her legs.  She started whimpering when she felt his fingers were slick with something.  Oh, God no, she thought, did he open the drawer in the bedside table and find the lubricant?

            He hesitated for a minute at the cunt, and then he grinned and went past it and started pushing his wet finger into her ass.

            “ARRRGHHHH!  No!  What are you doing?” Anna cried out.

            He pulled out his finger and had a new plan.  He worked quickly while admiring her bed.  He tied his rope to one of the posters, and then said, “I want you to squat close to the headboard, in the middle.”

            Anna struggled to move herself as he asked, trying to control her tears.

            He ran the rope between the zip-tie around her wrists to the other poster, pulling her closely to the headboard.  He smiled as he watched her struggle to stay on her feet.  This was one of his favorite ways to fuck—he can kneel behind her squatting and get in deep.

            He picked up the knife again and cut the straps of her nightgown, then tore it off of her, enjoying her trembling body. 

            Anna was sobbing openly now.  “Please,” she begged. “Please let me go.”

            “Oh, I will pet.  But on my time schedule, not yours.”

            She shuddered as she heard him unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. 

            He stripped quickly.  He knew it was probably what would get him caught one day, but he loved feeling skin against skin.  He put the lotion on the bed and crawled behind her.

            “Your tits are beautiful,” he said as he pinched her nipples hard, rolling her nipples between his fingers, making her cry out in pain.  The sound made his cock harder, if that was possible.  Regretfully, he released them and set to work.  He put a glob of lotion on his finger and carefully worked it into her asshole.  He repeated the action several times before coating the head of the cock with it.  She begged the entire time, pleading with him to stop.

            He moved into place behind her and whispered into her ear, “Don’t make me hurt you because you are making too much noise.”  He looked over at the spare piece of rope, reached for it, and looped it around her neck.

            Anna went into complete panic mode … her bladder released and she pissed on her bed.  He laughed and grabbed her terrycloth robe to soak up the mess and to cover up wet stain.

            “That’s right,” he said.  “You are mine and I expect you to obey.  I will gag you if you don’t think you can shut the fuck up.  Should I gag you?”

            She shook her head no, shaking in terror.

            He got behind her again, applying more lotion to his cockhead.  He reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart and started slowly pushing his cock into her ass.  He moaned in pleasure at the tightness.  He loved the feeling of his cock stretching her sphincter open to admit him into her hotness.

            Anna moaned softly, she wanted to scream out in pain, but she could still feel the rope around her neck.

            Slowly but surely, he pushed into her ass until he bottomed out.  “MMMM yes baby.  That is one tight asshole you have.”  He reached around her and started twisting her nipples again as he would pull the head of his cock almost out, then thrust it back in…working it in and out.

            Anna grunted every time he would force his cock head back in her; panting in pain but too afraid to cry.

            Then the intruder did something surprising.  He moved his right hand down between her legs, and he started rubbing on her clit.  He wanted to see if he could make her cum.  He doubted he could, but he wanted to distract himself so he didn’t cum too quickly in her ass.

            All Anna could think was that the greasy feeling of the lotion lube was the nastiest feeling she had ever had in her life.  His fingers on her clit frightened her because she was afraid she would cum and how awful would that be?

            She didn’t realize when she started pushing back on the cock in her ass, but the rapist did.  He grinned as he thought to himself, well, well this might be a first for me.  A cunt who cums while her ass is being raped.  He rubbed her clit harder and faster now—in time with his thrusts into her asshole. 

            “That’s right bitch,” he whispered in her ear, “cum for me like the cunt you are.”

            Anna sobbed as he pinched her left nipple harder.  All she could feel were the sensations of his hands on her—teasing her and hurting her.  It was too intense for her and she was thought she was either going to faint or, horrors of horrors, have an orgasm.

            She heard his intake of breath and she felt his movement quicken.  She was relieved that he was going to cum and she wasn’t. 

            “Dammit,” he mumbled to himself as he tried to hold off long enough to make her cum, but it was no use.  He moved his hands and grabbed her hips and plunged into her ass deeper as he came—shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her. “Oh fuck yeah, shit!” He gasped for air.  Holy crap, he thought to himself.  That had to be the best fucking orgasm he had ever had in his life.

            His cock slowly popped from her ass, leaving his cum to drip from her onto her pink robe. 

            He looked at her, the tears soaking the bottom of her sleep mask, and smiled.  He had a great idea.  Someone who looked like her had to be sexually active and they had to have some type of vibrator around.  He glanced over at her bedside table, and then slowly pulled open the drawer.  There is was, under the new People magazine, one large vibrator.  He pulled it out.

            “I have a little treat for you, I think you will like,” he said.  He flipped the on-switch and Anna cried out when she heard the noise.

            “PLEASE NO!  DON’T!!!” Anna begged.

            He held the vibrator with one hand, and then reached for the rope around her neck.  He wondered he she had ever indulged in breath play, but figured what the fuck.  He tightened the noose around her neck as he ran the vibe on her clit. 

            Anna struggled as she felt the rope tightening.  “Oh God, please no!”

            “Shhhhhh!” he said.  “Just go with the feelings.  I am going to make you cum like you have never cum before,” as he tightened the rope more.

            Anna could feel her air being cut off, but she could also not ignore the feelings between her legs.  Was it possible she could cum as he strangled her?  She humped the vibrator between her legs.  The orgasm hit her as she was blacking out.  As she cried out, he released the rope around her neck.  He smiled as he watched her twitching body.

            He went into her bathroom and took a quick shower before returning to her room and pulling his clothes back on.  She was slumped in her bonds now, no longer squatting but kneeling.  And she was crying.

            He used his knife to cut the rope that held her up.  She fell over in the bed, still sobbing.  “I am leaving now.  The phone in here is unplugged so you can’t call for help too quick,” he chuckled.  “Count to a thousand out loud before you get up.  I may leave right away or I may wait to see how obedient you are.  I wouldn’t mind using this belt on that cute ass of yours and fucking it again.  Only this time, I would have your vibe out so you could cum with me in you.”

            “I will do what you ask.  Please don’t hurt me again,” she begged.

            He reached down and pinched her nipple hard…rolling it between his fingers, making her moan.

            “Thanks babe…you were one hot fuck.  Maybe I’ll be back again.”

            Anna started counting … one, two, three … she counted to a thousand before she pulled off her sleep mask and ran into the kitchen and dialed 9-1-1.  As she waited for help, she pulled the sheet around her, rocking back and forth on her sofa, and thought to herself: will they be able to tell I had an orgasm?

            He opened the door to his apartment and immediately opened a beer.  He wondered how he could arrange to meet Anna in person.  He had checked out her house days before tonight.  He knew where she worked, what she did for fun, who she hung out with—he just hadn’t known that she would be the best fuck of his life.  He sat on his sofa and thought about how different it would have been if he had just introduced himself to her at the casino the first time he saw her. 

He lit a joint and took a deep draw and tried to figure out where to go from here because he had to see her again.