You arrive at the address, heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. The house is quiet and unassuming, adding to the sense of secrecy.
You knock twice, as instructed, and the door opens quickly. A strong hand grabs your arm and pulls you inside before you can even see his face. The door slams shut behind you, and you are plunged into darkness.
"Strip," he commands, his voice low and threatening. You quickly obey, your hands shaking with anticipation. As soon as your clothes hit the floor, he roughly blindfolds you, cutting off your vision entirely. The loss of sight heightens your other senses, and you can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.
"Hands behind your back," he barks. You comply immediately and feel the rough texture of duct tape as he wraps it tightly around your wrists, binding them together. The tape digs into your skin, reminding you of your complete helplessness.
He shoves you forward, guiding you through the house. You stumble, trying to keep up, until he suddenly stops and pushes you firmly against a wall, you can feel the cold, hard surface pressing against your bare skin.
"You're nothing but a filthy whore," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. "A worthless piece of meat to be used and abused."
He drags you down to your knees by your hair, forcing you into position. "Open your mouth, slut," he orders, and you comply, your lips parting eagerly. He thrusts his cock into your mouth, not giving you a chance to adjust. The sudden intrusion makes you gag, but he shows no mercy, fucking your throat relentlessly.
Tears stream down your face as you ch0k3 on his length, but he only pushes deeper, holding your head in place with a firm grip. You can barely breathe, each thrust sending you closer to the edge of consciousness.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving you gasping and drooling. "Pathetic," he sneers. "Can't even take a cock properly." He yanks you to your feet and shoves you forward, into the dining room. He bends you over a table. The cool wood presses against your stomach and chest.
Your legs are spread wide, and he binds your ankles to the table legs with tape, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable.
You hear him tearing more tape, and suddenly your mouth is sealed shut, muffling any protests you might have.
His hands roam over your body, squeezing and pinching with bruising force. He spanks your ass hard, each slap sending a jolt of pain through you. You hear the sound of a bottle being squeezed and cold, damp fingers begin to circle, prod and prone your arse. He slides one inside and quickly begins to stretch you, quicker and more forcefully. The fingers withdraw suddenly. The sound of his belt unbuckling sends a shiver down your spine, and you brace yourself for what's coming.
Without warning, he thrusts into your ass, the sudden intrusion making you scream into the tape gag. He doesn't give you a moment to adjust, fucking you brutally, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The pain is intense, but so is the pleasure, and you find yourself torn between the two.
"You're nothing but a cum-dump," he growls, his voice filled with contempt. "A worthless hole for me to use." His hands grip your hips tightly, bruising your skin as he pounds into you mercilessly.
Your body trembles with each thrust, the force of his assault driving you to the brink of madness. He loops the belt around your neck, pulling it tight as he fucks you, making it even harder to breathe. The tape gag stifles your cries, reducing them to muffled whimpers and moans.
Finally, with a guttural groan, he cums, filling you with his seed. He pulls out roughly, leaving you panting and exhausted, your body shaking from the intensity of the experience. But he isn't done with you yet.
He walks around the table, yanking the tape gag from your mouth. "Suck it clean," he commands, shoving his cock back into your mouth. You have no choice but to obey, your tongue working to clean him off as he thrusts into your mouth once more.
When he's satisfied, he stands back, admiring his handiwork. "Stay right there," he orders. "I've got some friends who want a turn."
He leaves the room, and you're left lying there, bound and helpless, knowing that more is yet to come. |
It would be nice to hear what happened afterwards 
