An Intruder (Taboo)
A masked man breaks into a woman's home, only to find her asleep in her bed. He can't help himself, and when she wakes up, neither can she.
He winced as his gloved fist struck the glass of the locked door. The night was dark and quiet, the neighbourhood still in the very dead of the witching hour. In the distance a siren wailed, causing his heart to quicken in his chest.
Breathing heavily through his black woollen face mask, he focused and again struck the glass. This time the pane cracked, sufficient for him to ease a wide sliver from the frame, making space for his hand to reach through to turn the key in the lock. Within moments he was inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes darted around to identify the riches he sought. A silver frame upon the mantelpiece, an iPad left on the table beside the couch, its pink sleeve indicating that the house may have a female occupant. He felt a surge of adrenaline when he spotted the svelte young girl, dark haired, brown skinned, a broad smile on her face in the picture in the silver frame. His mind was distracted momentarily, but returned quickly to his task. He listened for signs of movement in the house, but all was quiet. He padded across the floor with his soft-soles shoes, lifting glittering glass, China and electronics from their resting places and placing them quietly in his heavy rugged hold-all. He tested the handles of the doors from the living room; one locked - a cupboard perhaps? One opened - a bathroom - no treasure to be had there. The third he opened slowly and silently, playing the rules of averages that this one may be occupied. His hunch paid off as he noticed the lumps under the bedsheets, the black hair bundled in tresses on the pillows. 'Was this the girl in the picture?' he wondered to himself. A scan around the room - rich pickings from the jewellery box, the glass jar stuffed full of paper money, the car keys on the bed-side table, the purse right next to the keys.
As he leant to grasp the purse, he accidentally pushed the keys off the table edge, causing them to drop to the floor with what seemed like the noise of a bomb exploding. A soft murmur rose from the girl's lips as she turned her body in her sleep. His heart raced and he involuntarily reached out to place his gloved hand over her mouth. Before he knew it, her eyes snapped open, wide, bright, fiery, and her mouth began to open to cry out as her pupils came to focus on his hooded face.
His fingers clamped across her lips and jaw to stifle her exclamation, muffling the sound. Her eyes narrowed with determination as she realized her plight, and she began to struggle against his tight grip. She tried to bite him, to rip his hand from her face with her hands, shaking her legs and arms to get the purchase needed to break his grasp. The sheets were quickly thrown aside, and once he took a hold of her wrists against the pillow above her head he stole a moment to cast his eye down the length of her, her lithe body clad in a soft shimmering satin slip. How pretty she looked, he thought, with that look of fear in her eyes, and how she struggled against him, he felt himself becoming aroused at the situation, despite the fear throbbing in his chest. 'I wonder..' he thought.
Wrapping her wrists with one end of the bed sheet, he tethered her arms to the bed frame above her head, using one hand while the other held her mouth closed, subduing her cries. He removed his leather glove and pressed it into her mouth, gagging her, forcing her to breath deep through her nostrils, her taste buds filled with the thick distinctive smell of cowhide in her mouth. With both hands free, he moved himself to her legs, and tied her slender ankles to the foot of the bed, legs apart, using the last of the bedsheets to secure her face up and spread-eagled.
He hesitated a moment, watching her writhe and wriggle against her bonds, before he pressed his bare hand between her thighs, feeling for a sign of arousal, feeling whether she showed any sign that she was as hot as she looked in the partial moonlight creeping through the crack in the curtains. To his surprise, not only did he find the gusset of her panties moist, but he could actually feel the heat of her arousal emanating through the padded cotton. He looked at her and whispered 'struggle all you like, young lady, but you cannot conceal just how much you know you're going to enjoy this.'
She screeched as loud as she could against his statement, but the glove in her mouth held fast and the noise came to his ears as a whimper. And so he continued, gripping the waistband of her panties from under her slip, tugging hard, causing it to bite into the skin of her hips, until it snapped suddenly, giving to his violent desire, exposing her most intimate secret to his violating gaze.
And so his lust overwhelmed him. The sight of her dark brown labia, plump, open, glistening with a film of her heavy scented juices, sent his desire coursing through his body. He tugged at his belt, releasing his thick, hard cock from his pants, and knelt between her thighs, hovering over her as he bent his head down to feast on her breasts through the satin slip. He bit her, hard, causing her to moan in pain, sending sharp stinging sensations through her soft flesh. With a single stroke, and without warning, he breached her tight little hole and drove himself as deep as he could, her moisture lubricating his long shaft as it stretched her wide open. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt him filling her, her body feeling as if her world had suddenly become condensed into a tight dense ball within her core. 'Fuck', she thought, 'I'm such a fucking whore - how can I be enjoying this?'
He thrust himself hard into her, like a beast, his lust coursing through his body as he groped her soft breasts, rocking his hips against the insides of her thighs, her wetness oozing over his balls with each stroke, his cockhead bruising her cervix. Her first climax broke quickly, causing her tight pussy to grip his cock as her thighs shuddered and her back arched up off the bed. Her second followed soon after as he pounded into her, her cries turning to moans as her head swam with a mix of pleasure and pain, the feeling of shame filling her mind. How could she be cumming? What demon inside her took pleasure from her rape? This forceful fucking turning her body to jelly as she melts into her third orgasm. His cock seemed to fit her perfectly, the wide rim of his glans hitting her g-spot with each powerful, animalistic thrust.
Her body writhing against the bonds holding her stretched across the bed, he withdrew, untying her ankles and flipping her with a strong rough grip onto her front. She instinctively drew herself up on her knees, lifting her round ass into the air, offering herself to him. She moaned profusely as he knelt behind her and eased his cock back into her aching, dropping hole, his hand taking a grip of her hair and tugging her head back as he began pounding once more, fucking her deep and hard as she felt her arms strain in their twisted position, the sheet around her wrist tightening against her skin, binding her tighter. Fast and hard, deep, oh, so deep, he drove his shaft inside her, pistoning like an engine into her spasming cunt, her legs weak and trembling from her forth climax, her cum dripping down her spread thighs, forming a slick trail of thick cream down to her knees.
With a deep growl he slows, pressing himself deep as his balls tighten. With a grunt he thrusts one final time and empties himself unceremoniously deep in her cunt, filling her with his wicked seed, thick jets of cum streaming into her young womb. In a moment he is done, spent, and withdraws, leaving her on her knees, trembling, dripping cum like a whore. He wipes his cock across her bare brown ass, leaving a trail of slick cream on her chocolate skin, tucks his cock away in his pants, grabs a handful of her glittering jewellery from her bedside cabinet, taking her moist panties as a trophy, and with a backward glance through the eye-slits of his hood he is gone, hold-all filled with treasures, heart pounding and satisfied, into the darkness of the night. She is left in darkness, in her room and in her mind, a thick haze of 'what the fuck' spreading through her thoughts...