Breaking and Entering (Her)

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Dana's head throbbed as she awoke. What the hell happened? She lifted her head off the hard surface to figure out why her arms also ached and immediately began to panic.

She was partially lying atop her own dining room table, each of her arms tied via a long rope to the far leg of the table. As she tried to inch forward, she realized only the top half of her body lay on top. She was bent at the waist over the table, and her thighs and ankles were apparently tied to the other set of legs. As she went to scream, she realized that, too, was out of the question as a washrag had been stuffed in her mouth with another rag tied around her head to hold it in place. Worse, the realization she had been stripped completely nude made her feel more vulnerable than she ever had in her life.

Dana tugged with all her strength against the ropes binding her hands, trying to get the cord to slip off, but it had been looped several times around each wrist, and her struggles seemed to tighten them more.

The gag wasn't completely soundproof, though, and she screamed as loud as she could, hoping one of her neighbors would hear something and call the police, but all it did was attract the attention of her captor.

"Of all the days to come home early, you had to pick this one," said the gruff-voiced man in the ski mask. "Good thing I was prepared."

As the shock wore off, the memory of the day came back to her. She left work early to relax a bit before her three-day weekend conference tomorrow, and when she walked into her apartment, she was grabbed from behind, a cloth clamped over her face, and a sickly sweet smell filled her nostrils. Then she awoke in this predicament.

"I've been watching you for a week," the man continued as he moved across the table from Dana. "A nicely-dressed, tight-bodied blonde living alone in this neighborhood must pull down a pretty nice salary. You've also been working some long hours lately, as you haven't been getting home until well after dark. This was supposed to be a simple burglary, but you've given me an opportunity I rarely get."

The man didn't have to spell it out for Dana. Naked and trussed up like she was left no mystery to his intentions. She attempted to plead for mercy, but all that came out were stifled whimpers.

As he began walking around the table, Dana thrashed wildly, praying that at least one of the ropes would come loose and she could avoid what was about to happen, but her bondage held fast.

Without any warning, the man slapped a gloved hand against Dana's right buttock, sending a hot signal of pain through her leg and a squeal through her packed mouth. "Struggling won't do you any good," he said. "Let's get you warmed up a bit first."

Dana once again tried to reason with her captor, but he just laughed at the muffled noises she made.

The man reached between Dana's legs and began toying with the outer lips of her pussy, parting her lips to expose the tender pink flesh of her inner cunt. He caressed her, stroking the wet valley tenderly. Dana tried crawling across the top of the table to escape, but the ropes binding her legs kept her from moving far.

As he continued to rub between her lips, his fingers rolled across her clit causing Dana to involuntarily squeal in pleasure.

"Ah, there it is..." gloated her assailant.

Dana cursed her vagina as it responded against her wishes. The man increased his speed, making sure to contact her clitoris on each stroke. Dana felt herself getting wetter with each movement of the man's fingers. As she was pushed closer and closer to the edge, her breathing got heavier and heavier, and then the man pulled his hand away.

He leaned on top of her, and she could feel the bulge in his pants grinding against her exposed rear. He took a breast in each hand, giving them a series of rough caresses before tightly pinching both nipples. Pressing his face against the back of her neck, he growled into her ear, "Get ready, blondie, because it's time for the main event."

Standing back up, Dana heard him open his zipper, the anticipation provoking another flurry of fruitless attempts to free herself. She felt him press the shaft of his erect penis against her labia, gently rolling it around in her juices in order to lube himself up sufficiently. She tried screaming when she felt the head press up against her lips, but the scream turned to a grunt when he took a handful of her hair and pulled back at the same moment he thrust inside her.

Dana groaned against the forceful invasion. The man relaxed his grip on her hair and pulled out slightly before yanking and plunging again, this time harder than before.

"Don't pretend you don't like this," he growled. "Your brain may be saying 'no', but your sloppy cunt says otherwise."

In a state of near horror, Dana had to admit her rapist's statement was true. While she was in tears from being violated, she'd never received a fucking of this level before. Maybe it was the adrenaline confusing her senses, but in mere minutes she was already near climax.

As the sensation in her pussy reached the point of no return, Dana's attacker showed no signs of slowing down. Her entire body shook as she squealed into the rag. If the man noticed, he didn't care, concerned only with driving toward a climax of his own.

A second onset of pleasure welled up inside her and Dana tried begging the man to stop, but he only released her hair and grabbed her hips, accelerating his pace.

Moments later, Dana's assailant pulled out and unloaded on her back, jets of hot, gooey semen raining down her hips and buttocks.

The man stood there panting for several minutes as Dana wept, her tears mingling with the sweat running down her face. Once he regained his composure, Dana heard him zipping his pants up. He walked away, leaving Dana alone and feeling like something to be used and thrown away.

The End

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