She was enjoying a quiet evening at home.
Her housemates were out, the dogs were sleeping, and she was keeping herself busy, sitting at her computer, wearing just panties and a bra, surfing the WWW.
She thought she heard a noise in the kitchen, and thought about getting up to go look, then shrugged and decided against it, then looked up to see, standing a few feet from her, a tall man with a stocking covering his face, holding a long skinny knife in his right hand.
"Hu..hu Who are you...what do you wuh want... please don't hurt me..."
"No one gets hurt," he said in a deep snarl, "If she does as she is told. STAND UP and turn around."
Gasping, almost hyperventilating, she stood up, and turned around, and felt his hands grab her wrists, pull them behind her, and shackle them together with handcuffs.
"Go to the bedroom," he said.
She led the way, and after he picked up the gym bag that he had left in the kitchen, he followed.
"M..my housemates will be home, anytime now," she stammered.
"You'd best hope they don't come home, I don't like to leave behind any living evidence."
"Ohh...please..."
In the bedroom, he stopped her as she stood at the edge of the bed, facing it.
He took a blindfold out of his bag, and put it over her eyes, then took the stocking mask off his own head.
He unlocked the handcuffs, holding her wrists tight, then pulling her arms around in front of her, and cuffing the wrists together again.
He took the blade of his knife to the shoulder straps of her bra, and cut them, left side then right side, then stood, his front to her back, reached around with his left arm to hold the top of chest, and around with his right hand, still holding the knife, to cut the bra, just in between her breasts, and the garment fell away.
Still holding her by his left arm, he put down the knife, and took a moment to gently squeeze each breast in his hand, twiddling the nipples with his fingers, as she moaned loudly and violently shook.
He stopped, chuckling, stepped back, and in one motion, whisked her panties down to her feet.
He reached into his back, and pulled out a wood-handled hair brush.
"Extend your arms in front of you," he said, as he pushed down on her back, bending her at the waist.
He stood at her left side, his right leg next to her left leg. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, and began spanking her buttocks with the back of the hair brush, as she moaned out loud. He continued with hard smacks to the sit spot, and on down to the upper thighs, and she yelped even louder, then the smacks moved up, concentrating on the sit spot, and squarely on the middle of her cheeks.
He stopped, catching his breath, as she quietly sobbed.
He stood up, dropping the hair brush into his bag, and stood directly behind her, and stooped to put his hands at her knees, and pushed them apart, spreading her legs.
He stood up, reached his right hand out, and let his fingers investigate the wetness and warmth of her nether regions, dipping inside the folds, often gently touching the bud of her clitoris, as she moaned softly. His fingers traced their way up her crack, stopping at the rosebud of her anus, and rubbed the ring of her anus several times, hesitating at the entryway, as if not sure whether to plunge on in, or not.
Her body froze at the anticipation of the digital intrusion into her rectum.
He stopped, with a chuckle, then put his whole right forearm between her legs, and his left arm under her chest, and lifted her up, and put her on the bed, and onto her back.
He reached into his bag and pulled out long nylon straps with velcro cuffs at each end
He attached one nylon cuff to her right ankle, then pulled the strap down, attaching it to the foot of the bed frame, then did the same with her left ankle.
Then he got on the bed, and attached cuffs to each of her wrists, and tied them loosely to the the matching corner of the bed frame, then he unlocked the cuffs still on each wrist, and pulled on each strap in turn, until they were taut, and she was laid out like an X on the bed, with wrists and ankles secured to each corner.
Then he knelt on the bed, in between her spread legs, brought his head down to her crotch, stuck out his tongue, and began, gently at first, licking the petals of her vagina, and he began licking faster, with hummingbird-like jabs of his tongue onto her clitoris, as she moaned, and moaned louder, having climax after climax, trying to buck and jump with each one, but could not, and she cried aloud, "Please...PLEASE..OH PLEEEESE..."
He continued licking, concentrating on the clitoris, stabbing at it with his tongue, sucking on it as he might a straw...
As she moaned.. and tried to jerk away....
And she cried out, OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHhooooohhhhhhh..." and then, she simply passed out.
Sometime later, she woke up, sitting in the chair in front of her computer, wearing the same panties. She shook her head, groggily, thinking... "Was it a dream?"
Then she thought, "Wasn't I wearing a bra?" and she got up, and went to the bedroom to look for it, unsuccessfully.
Puzzled, she returned to the computer desk.
Her partner-in-crime came home, and exchanged notes about their respective evenings, although she decided to not mention anything about the 'dream', and they went to the bedroom.
She got into bed, and settled in.
He was about to get into bed, picked up his pillow to fluff it, then said with some surprise, "What happened to this?"
She turned over, to see that he was holding her bra, with the cups cut apart, and shoulder straps cut.
Her mouth fell open, but no words came out.
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