Amy looked around. She had spent the last twelve hours moving in to her new apartment and was totally exhausted. It was just a studio, but it was hers, all hers. There was not much in it besides a bed, a desk, and a whole bunch of boxes at this point, but within a few days, she was sure it would look fabulous. Having been busy all day, she decided to sit down at her laptop to check her email and Facebook before going to sleep. She was scrolling through her news feed, her eyes glazing over at the amount of useless updates her friends had posted in just one day.
“Who is it?” She shouted from her desk. “Keith, your next door neighbor!” came the muffled response through the door. She slowly got up from her chair and made her way through the boxes to the door. She thought it was a bit strange that he would be coming over to say hello so late, but she figured that he had probably heard the noises all day long and heard them finally stop. She unlocked and opened the door…and was greeted with the sight of a masked man at least a foot taller than her.
She immediately tried to slam the door shut, but he easily overpowered her and held the door open with his body. She tried to scream, but his hand was over her mouth in a flash. She tried to back away from him quickly, but tripped over a box and fell backwards, hitting her head hard on the floor, dazing her. “Keith” slammed the door shut and locked it, then jumped over the box and landed on top of her, pinning her to the ground. He pulled a knife from his belt and held it to her throat.
“We can do this one of two ways” he growled. “You can either do what I say, let me do what I want, and I will leave you and all of your possessions here and mainly unharmed. Or…” he paused, an evil glint in his eye, “you can try to fight against me, and I make no promises.” She stared up at him, scared out of her wits, still addled, trying to figure out how this happened so quickly and weighing her equally unappealing options. Looking at this massive man and feeling the cold steel on her throat, she did not think it was much of a choice at all. “I…I will do what you say…” Amy felt dirty just saying it, already defeated.
Keith chuckled, a deep, creepy chuckle. “Well, that makes my job easier now doesn’t it? Try anything funny and this will be through your throat before you can say ‘don’t kill me’. Got it?” He stood up, walked over to her desk, closed her laptop, and turned off her phone. She lay on the ground, afraid to even make a move. Staring up, she noticed for the first time that he had a backpack with him, bulging against its zippers. What did he have planned? How could she have been so stupid to fall for such a simple trick? She silently cursed herself.
“Okay bitch, now that I’m satisfied that you have no way to call for help, it’s time to start having fun. Get up and get all of your clothes off. And be quick about it.” He dropped his backpack down next to the bed with a heavy thunk. Amy slowly, hesitantly started to rise to her feet. “I SAID QUICKLY!” he roared, and she jumped up to her feet and started ripping her clothes off until there was just a pile of discarded clothes at her feet. “Hands behind your head, spread your legs, let me get a good look at that body.” She did, her eyes to the floor knowing he was inspecting her entire body.
Keith smiled seeing her nude body. He had watched her go in and out of the apartment while she had been moving and had imagined what she would be like, and she met all expectations. Her skin was smooth and perfect. Her breasts were a nice size, with perky little nipples. She even kept herself properly trimmed, which was a pleasant surprise. He rolled her nipples between his fingers gently, then pinched and twisted, drawing a yelp from the poor girl. “You’re gonna be a fun one, ain’t ya? Heh heh, the pleasure will be all mine.”
He grabbed her and forcibly threw her on the bed, her body hitting the wall on the far side of it before settling in a pile near her pillow. He grabbed the pillow and blankets and pulled them off the bed, leaving them in a pile next to it. Then he opened his backpack and pulled out two short coils of rope. He grabbed her left wrist, tying it up and tying it tightly to the bedpost with one coil. He took the other and tied her right wrist to the other bedpost, her arms now pulled over her head and spread. Amy pulled against the ropes and found them to be well tied with no give. She was sure he was going to pull out two more coils for her ankles. She was wrong. He grabbed her left ankle and pulled it up to her left wrist, tying it there, and doing the same with her right ankle. Instead of being spread eagled, her hips were bent up and spread. Tied as she was, her pussy, ass, tits, and mouth were all completely exposed, and she had no way to protect herself at all. As a finishing touch, he slid her pillow under her waist, propping up her pussy and ass nicely. She was seriously regretting not fighting back.
Keith stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Amy was squirming, pulling against the ropes, but he knew that they were plenty tight and she wasn’t going anywhere. Her tight little asshole was puckered, her pink pussy lips inviting, her nipples poking out of her breasts, begging for attention. Perfect. He had planned this out in his head, run through it over and over again all day, and somehow, it was even easier than he had planned for. Apparently, sharp cold steel against the throat can make anybody pliant. Now that she was like this, he could do whatever he wanted. He felt the adrenaline suddenly rush through him, feeling the power he now wielded.
Keith ripped off his clothes in a frenzy, leaving only his mask on. His body was rock solid. So was his cock - 8 inches long, thick, throbbing, and already dripping with pre-cum. He had been thinking about this all day, and had this beautiful, naked body tied taut and helpless in front of him. He couldn’t wait to plunge his cock in to all of her holes, but there were just a few things he wanted to do first.
He reached in to his bag and pulled out a large ring gag. He climbed on to the bed and straddled Amy’s stomach, looking down on her. She gasped, seeing his body and his cock for the first time. He could see how nervous it made her…it was clearly bigger than anything she had seen or experienced before. Bad for her; that much sweeter for him. “Heh heh, nervous? Too bad. Open that mouth of yours, I got somethin’ for ya.” She hesitated, but as soon as there was a gap, he pushed the ring in to her mouth and forced it wide open. He struggled with both hands to push her teeth far enough apart to get the ring properly inserted behind them. After a few seconds, he was satisfied, pulled the straps tightly behind her head, and locked them in place. He looked at his handiwork. Her mouth was stretched as far open as it would possibly go, her cheeks pulled tight and wide.
“Now I know what you’re thinkin’, you’re thinkin’ that I’m just gonna stuff this thick hard dick down your throat. And I am, make no mistake about that. But I’m not finished prepping ya yet.” He watched her eyes go wide. “Oh, you thought I was done, eh? Nope!” He reached over the bed, still straddling her stomach, and pulled out another rope, this one much thinner than the ones attached to her wrists and ankles. “These breasts of yours, they’re nice, but I can’t help but think I can make ‘em look a bit bigger. You want bigger breasts, right? Who cares!” He went to work tying the thin rope around her breasts, compressing the base of each until they each looked like balloons inflating out of her chest. He tied off the rope between her breasts, then gave each a hard smack, drawing grunts from Amy. Watching them start to darken, he smiled, satisfied with how firm he had been able to make them.
Keith’s dick was absolutely throbbing, but he felt that she needed just one more addition. He reached in to his bag and pulled out two small nipple clamps. He had prepared them to be as tight as they could. He gave a couple of flicks to each of her nipples, a couple of rubs, and then placed a clamp directly on each nipple. He immediately heard Amy gasping and groaning, knowing that her nipples would immediately be throbbing in pain. He gave each a flick, watching them bouncing around before returning to stand straight up from her breasts. Perfect.
He took a step back, admiring his work. This stunning beauty was tied in half, her mouth held open, her tits turning colors and clamped, her pussy and ass wide open for his use. Now he had to decide where to start. Maybe he should start by fucking her face? Maybe her puckered tight asshole? Or maybe he should just go right for the pussy…that sweet, pink pussy…
He climbed on the bed between her legs, slapping and scratching Amy’s thighs, making them bright red. “You ready for the hardest fucking of your life?” Amy tried to protest, shaking her head no and making unintelligible pleas. “Ah well, too bad. I am, and it doesn’t appear you have much of a choice now do you?” He started rubbing his cock up and down her slit, moaning at the feel of her warm soft flesh against his thick member. He was dripping precum, rubbing it against her slit, feeling his cock moving smoothly up and down outside her tight canal. “Well, here goes!”
He lined his cock up and slammed it all the way in with one hard thrust. Amy yelled at the top of her lungs as he plunged it in, her pussy far too tight for his huge cock without any warm-up. Keith didn’t care, moaning as he started to buck his hips faster and faster, slamming them over and over in to Amy. He watched as her tits bounced back and forth with each hard thrust, the nipple clamps bouncing with them, pulling her nipples all over the place. Amy was crying and pulling at her bonds desperately but could do nothing to stop her attacker from having his absolute way with her.
“What do ya think? Should I cum deep inside ya? Give ya a permanent reminder of this most wonderful night?” He was moaning and gasping between each question, not stopping from pounding her, his balls slapping against her ass over and over. She continued protesting as best she could, shaking her head and screaming, but he could feel her getting wetter and wetter even if she didn’t want him. His cock was throbbing with need, but decided it wasn’t time to blow his load. He pulled out, his cock twitching with need, dripping with precum and covered in Amy’s own juices.
He smirked. “Want a taste of this now? It’s got some nice sauce on it! Ha ha ha!” Amy just stared at him, an icy glare blurred by tears, trying to find some resolve. “Is that a no? Fine. Have it your way!” He lowered himself down a little bit and put the head of his cock against her tight asshole. Amy started shouting and panicking, but Keith didn’t care. With an evil grin, he thrust his hips as hard as he could, feeling his cock pop inside her and push further in. As tight as her pussy was, it had nothing on this hole. He was moaning loudly just holding his cock in place as he could feel the hole gripping tightly around his throbbing member. He slowly started to move it in and out, shuddering at the feeling, listening to Amy make noises of extreme discomfort interspersed with sobs.
Keith grabbed Amy’s ballooned breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed hard, using them as handholds to help drive himself in harder and harder. The clamps on her nipples continued to jiggle, reminding her constantly of the pain in her poor flattened nubs. He tried to control his breathing and focus on not finishing, enjoying this way too much, enjoying inflicting this horrible torment, enjoying the feeling of tight holes on his cock. He started digging his nails in to her breasts and slapping them, loving watching them bounce and jiggle as he just kept fucking her ass, stretching it. He was determined to just keep fucking until it didn’t feel tight anymore. And judging by how it felt, it was still going to be awhile.
Amy closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, tried to block out everything that was happening to her, but every thrust, every slap, every hideous moan kept her from fading in to the bliss she desperately sought. She could feel the friction of his cock rubbing in and out of her asshole. She could feel less and less of her breasts as the ropes kept blood out of them, but could still watch as they bounced around, the clamps still there, knowing that there was some major pain in her future when the blood returned in full force. His voice cut through her thoughts, growling.
“I’m fuckin’ close now, bitch. Ready for the grand finale? I think you are.” Keith pulled his cock out of her ass, dirty and twitching with need, and crawled on top of Amy. He rubbed his cock on her face, leaving streaks of dirty pre-cum on her face. Then he guided it in to Amy’s ring gag and lowered himself down on to her face, his cock forcing its way in to the back of her mouth and down her throat. She could do nothing to stop it, gagging hard and struggling to get a breath. He reached over the bed and pulled the final item out of his bag: a large black butt plug. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and she gasped and gulped air, and he could feel her chest heaving under him. He leaned back and pushed the butt plug in to her already gaping asshole, able to slide it in fairly easily. “That’s a farewell present from me, I hope ya like it! Ha ha ha!”
He quickly leaned forward and shoved his cock back in her mouth, and went to work fucking her face as hard as he could. He could feel her warm wet tongue sliding along his shaft, and knew he would not last long at all. Amy gagged with each thrust, his cock continually pushing against her throat, and it was all she could do to just time her breaths to make sure she had air. At this point, she felt completely and totally violated, helplessly facefucked by a stranger.
With one last hard thrust in to her throat, he gave a loud guttural scream and started cumming, quickly filling her throat with his hot, sticky cum. He pulled out of her mouth, spurting some on to her face and hair. Finally, his cock stopped twitching and shooting, and Keith sighed contentedly. “You were fun, ya know that? I enjoyed that.” Amy could only lay there, coughing and choking trying to draw breaths through her cum-filled throat. “In fact, you were so great, that I’m gonna leave you with all this stuff of mine, as a memento.” Amy shook her head no wildly, pushing up her chest and pulling against the ropes keeping her tied to the bed.
Keith rolled off her, ignoring her obvious pleas. He put his clothes back on and zipped up his backpack. “It’s late, I really must be going, but I’m sure somebody will find you here sooner or later. Hopefully sooner, for your sake, but really, I don’t give a shit!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as best she could, coughing while doing so, hoping to get some help. He chuckled as he opened the door. “Good niiiiight!” He slammed the door…
…and Amy woke up with a start. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, she was sweating, and she had to admit to herself, she was more than a bit wet as well. She reached her hands up, felt around her breasts…nothing. Everything was totally normal. It had all been a nightmare. A really intense nightmare. But…was it really a nightmare if her body clearly enjoyed it so much?
“Who is it?” She shouted from her desk. “Keith, your next door neighbor!” came the muffled response through the door. She froze. It was her nightmare all over again. She reached her hand down her pants, feeling the wetness. With a deep sigh, she got up and made her way to the door. Was she really going to do this…this was insane…she knew it was insane…she couldn’t do it. She turned away from the door, but froze again. She was torn. Why couldn’t she walk away from this? She knew what would happen…and yet…
Before she could change her mind again, she whipped around and flung open the door.