~heavy cnc~ (typos fixed)
You’re with your friends at the local club. Suddenly someone hands you a drink and says
“A gift from an admirer.”
The drink itself isn’t your favorite, but the thought of having a admirer makes you squirm and blush, so you take it with a thanks and quickly finish it. Your girlfriends are squabbling, looking around with no discretion, trying to find the admirer.
But the party goes on. An hour goes by, then two. It’s 3am now, and you and your friends have forgotten about the drink, and the mystery behind it. In fact, a few of your friends aren’t even present anymore; they found their own lovers, and vanished into the night. Only three of you remain in the ride home. Nothing looks suspicious when you arrive; no lights are on, no strange cars parked on the street or down the block. Still intoxicated, you slur out a thank you to the friend for the ride, and stumble across the driveway to your door. The porch lights flashes when you get to the step, but when you reach in your purse for your keys, you realize they aren’t there. A little bit of panic fills you, but you have a spare under the door mat…
But that isn’t there either.
Fuck this you think to yourself. Too drunk to deal with it, you stumble off your porch and into the backyard to open the sliding door. When you first enter the backyard you realize something strange: no light flashed to greet you on the patio. The light out front has gone out, you’re in the pitch black. Taking a deep breath, you make a move to walk to the sliding door, but before you can even take a step, there’s rustling behind you. Spinning around, you see a mass in the darkness. You can’t scream, there isn’t any time for that; I’m already on top of you, choking you with one hand, forcing a rag over your mouth with the other. You’re too drunk to fight back properly, and you don’t even manage to get a peep out before the choloro has taken effect. You stop squirming, and the blackness consumes you….
Meanwhile, my night has just begun. You’re all mine now. I don’t carry you inside; why do you deserve to get fucked in the comfort of home? Instead, I drag you by your ankles into the shed (which I had conveniently just finished clearing out before you arrived), and throw you down on the dirty floor. There I think this is where you belong, on the ground with all the dirt and bugs and other filth. I tie you up with the rope I found in your garage. Nothing special; ankle to ankle, wrist to wrist, and for good measure, shoved a rag in your mouth and rope around your head a couple of times too, so you can’t force it out if you wake up.
Finally I get to touch you. I don’t bother undressing; my cock is out through my pants, occasionally giving myself a stroke when I find a part of your body that I like. Eventually my hands make it to your pussy. I find your g spot and start gently caressing. Not a peep from your mouth, but in a couple of minutes your pussy is soaked from my touch…. Which makes me curious.
I grab the battery powered wand I found in your bed stand, and place it directly on your clit. I don’t let up on your g spot, and without the weight of choice, your body easily obeys. Your pussy clenches my fingers, and your hips move involuntary as you orgasm. Oh… I gotta feel that on my cock.
Withdrawing my fingers, I position myself at your entrance. I haven’t let up on the wand; your legs are starting to shake from the overstimulation. It only takes me slamming inside for you to break. Your body quakes with another orgasm, and I hold myself against the wall of your pussy hard so I can feel it all, even though my cock is pressed against your cervix so hard that if you were awake, you’d be screaming. Sure enough, when I withdraw, my cock has a smudge of blood on it. Fantastic, your body is already bending to me against its will.
I shove my dick right back inside and keep pounding. You’ve already gotten two orgasms and haven’t even started being my plaything. The harder I thrust, the harder your body clenches down on my cock, but you can’t take it all. Fuck you for being so shallow where my cock can’t even fit inside. Useless… well not entirely. I’m panting now, you still haven’t woken up, and I haven’t decided what I wanna do to you next. Shove my dick in your mouth? Balance you on your knees and take you in the ass? The possibilities are endless. In the end, I settle for shoving your knees down to your ears and fucking you upside down. Your body wants to take even less of my dick in this position, but you’re so fucking tight. After slipping out about three times, I’m finally frustrated enough where I lash out. You fucking slut I growl as I slap your face You better take every inch of this dick if you want to see tomorrow.
I couldn’t have planned it better; you woke up and heard me. Muffled screams fill the shed as you start to squirm and resist me even more. Oh no. No no no, this won’t do. At this point, I’m livid, and I don’t care if I have to kill you or not. I force my cock into the slit in front of me, all the way in, and you utter the most piercing cry yet. I’m in a crazed frenzy; fucking you and choking you and slapping you while all your beautiful makeup runs down your face as you cry, still upside down, still completely at my mercy. I can’t take it… I’m about to cum.
The choking and slapping stop. You think I’m done, but I reach behind me in my pocket and pull out a knife. Your eyes go wide with fear “Do you want to live?” You nod vigorously “Then do what I say, starting with shut the fuck up. This is what’ll happen if you don’t.” And I drag my knife lightly across the beautiful skin of your stomach. Not enough to scar, but just enough to bleed. You moan in pain. I just laugh; I could do this all day. “You’re making noise again. I thought I told you to shut the fuck up.” another light trail across the skin. Silence meets my ears, and without warning, I’m fucking you like a madman again. The blood on my cock is lubricant, and I’m still close as I watch it pump in and out of your silent pussy. Then I get an idea. Cutting the restraints to your mouth, I command you: “Lick it off.” Your eyes widen again, but you know you have no choice. You don’t open your mouth anymore than you have to, but your tongue appears, and you start gently licking my cock. I can’t help it; I moan. This seems to… embolden you? You take me in your mouth and begin to blow me. “Yes. Yes. You can’t help but like this, can you whore? You know you want this. You wanted this while you were at the club, squirming over the attention I gave you. You were disappointed you didn’t find me. You like having someone hunt you don’t like an animal, marking your body until you don’t even recognize yourself anymore, don’t you? Your body is mine, you know that?” I’m amazed when you gently nod, bobbing your head on my dick, sliding me slightly into your throat.
I don’t wait. I can’t wait. All restraint is gone. My fists are in your hair, and I’m fucking your mouth with reckless rage, droll flying from your mouth. I’m slapping you again, and it only takes one cough to bring me over the edge; you gag and choke on my cock throughout my whole orgasm, and I don’t let you up. The seconds creep on, and it isn’t for a full two minutes after my finish that the overstimulation is too much for me to handle, and I let you stop. When I finally slip out, my hand finds it’s way around your throat again, and I force you to look up at me while I choke you.
“Say thank you, you filthy fucking cumslut.”
You’re going purple now. A hoarse “Thank you.” escapes, and I throw you back to the ground. Stuffing my cock back into my pants, I give you one last look. Your eyes are open, looking at me, but I can tell you aren’t really seeing. You’re still thinking about all the things I did. “Here.” I throw my pocket knife on the floor of the shed as I depart, about three feet from where she’s laying “Have fun, cumdumpster.”
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