Home invasion - helpless and bound

"Lovely to hear your voice, darling", Greta purred. "It will be so strange not to be able to speak to you for a whole week, whilst you are undercover again", she said, trying hard to hold back the disappointment from her voice.
Geoff, her fiance, was what he was, namely an investigative journalist, who had to occassionally go into deep cover assignments with no contact to the outside world.

The timing of this was doubly unfortunate, since Greta had been forced to take the remainder of last years holidays at exactly that time. Maybe some relaxing in front of the tv with lots of old movies was just what the doctor ordered to take her mind off of the worry she always felt for Geoff when he was working. She seriously doubted it, but this was what life as the future Mrs. Gardner held for her. Better to find a way to be ok with this now.

After a few more declarations of love, Greta put down the phone. It was already midnight, time for her to try and get some sleep. She quickly took a hot, relaxing shower, cleaned her perfectly shaped, white teeth and brushed her long, honey blonde hair 100 times until it shone like silk. She applied her special gardenia-scented body lotion all over her young, stunningly beautiful, voluptuous body, leaving no part out. Her long, shapely legs, her huge but firm 36F tits, her generous ass and her flat tummy made her a pin-up like wetdream for any red blooded man. Geoff was lucky indeed.

Greta put on nothing put the tiniest silk and lace top, which barely covered any of her impressive assets and got between the silk sheets she had put dreshly on the bed this morning. Nothing felt as good as silk against her creamy, pale white skin, almost caressing her softness. Almost automatically her hands travelled down to play with her tits, caressing her nipples until they became rock-hard, gently moaning under her own expert touch. Speaking to Geoff had reminded her of their lovemaking and her body very much missed her fiance's firm, 5 inch member and gentle attentions. Her hand travelled lower until it found her already damp and fragrant pussy. Gently with just her middle finger and almost no pressure at all, Greta began a slow, steady rhythm, painting circles around her increasingly needy clit. She imagined Geoff riding her, caressing her, playing with her tits and telling her how beautiful she was. A very nice if mild orgasm followed quickly. Sex with Geoff was nice. Not especially passionate or lusty but nice. He was so gentle and considerate. She had never especially liked giving oral sex and he never pressured her, instead spending hours pleasing her.

It was only when she sometimes secretly watched that porn, that she wondered if there was something else she might be missing. When she played with her pussy seeing other women be demeaned, objectified and used, her following orgasms were simply in a different league, leaving her panting and utterly spent, if feeling a little bit guilty.

Greta fell asleep, still gently playing with her pussy, unaware that she had been watched not just tonight but many nights. In the shadows of her bedroom balcony an imposing male figure loomed, dressed all in black and hooded. He had spent the last weeks learning everything about her schedule and he knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for to turn this prude in a fucktoy's body into the wanton and obedient slut she was born to be. He had her for a full week, where noone would miss her, in which he could make her do anything he wanted. His huge cock twitched a little in anticipation of this sexual feast he had in mind for her.

In his hand glistened the razor-sharp knife he would use initially to encourage compliance. "Let the fun and games begin", he whispered to himself sardonically as he silently entered her bedroom.

Three years, eight months, and seventeen days.

That was how long Tommy O'Rourke had spent in federal prison, all because that nosy goody-two-shoes reporter Geoffrey Gardner had stuck his nose into Tommy's business, a place it most definitely did not belong. The front-page article exposure had brought a rash of investigations down on Tommy's business, and the end result had been a conviction on multiple counts of money laundering and tax evasion.

To this day, he thanked his lucky stars the investigators never found the drugs!

The "business", as it was, was legal on its face, if not something that the local puritans found deplorable. He had purchased a delapidated, run-down old apartment complex in what could only be described as a "shady" part of town. He had the interiors fixed up and rewired for high speed internet, creating several "bedrooms" in which he employed some thirty local young women, mostly college girls, as webcam models.

It was a rather lucrative, and enjoyable, business model. His team handled all the technical aspects, from computers to internet to lighting, as well as security and payments.

That all came to an end when the Feds crashed his party, however, and he spent the next three years, eight months, and seventeen days following his conviction plotting his revenge. He had begun doing his research on the reporter even before he was released, his former employees digging through archives and public records to determine just where Geoffrey lived and everything about his family.

The rest of his time in prison he had largely spent training himself. Working out became an obsession, partly to protect himself in the jailyard, and partly to be prepared for what he was planning upon his release. He was already a fairly imposing figure at six-foot-three. He was now quite well-muscled, limber, and swift.

Tommy's plan really began to come together once he discovered Geoffrey's fiancee. He had nothing to lose at this point. For the last two weeks he had been surveilling the house they shared. It had been easy enough to bug their phones and internet, giving him access to their messaging history and web use.

Tommy had been pleasantly surprised to discover some of the pornography that Miss Goody-Goody was watching when she was all alone!

The time to make his move had finally come. Dressed in black pants and a black hoody, switchblade in his hand, he had deftly scaled the beams supporting the bedroom balcony, and now stood outside the sliding glass door. His cock was already getting stiff in his pants as he gazed upon his prey. The busty blonde didn't deserve this, of course. But she was foolish enough to fall in love with a man who had made some enemies in his time.

He used the knife to lift the latch that locked the sliding door, and he quietly slipped inside, keeping his eyes on the sleeping blonde. He took a moment to examine her as she lay there under the sheet, her breasts barely contained by the lacy top she wore. He smiled to himself as he approached her.

His gloved hand descended upon her mouth as soon as he was close enough, and the edge of the knife was pressed against the front of her neck.

"Scream and I'll slice you to ribbons," he hissed...

Greta woke with a start to a nightmare. A letherclad, strong hand covered her mouth, a sharp knife was teasing the soft skin of her vulnerable throat and a deep menacing voice threatened to cut her, should she scream.

She closed her eyes again, trying with all her might to make this gruesome vision disappear. "This is just a dream, just a dream", she repeated to herself like a calming mantra designed to fight the rising panic, which was threatening to grip hold of her.

When she opened her eyes again, the scene was unchanged, except for the knife, which had come even closer. Intense eyes without any trace of kindness or compassion bored into hers. He was waiting for a sign of understanding to his threat. She held his gaze using every shred of willpower she posessed and slowly nodded. She would not scream, she wanted to live.

When the grip loosened, she softly spoke:
"Please don't hurt me. I have money in the house, it's not a lot, but its yours. I haven't seen your face so please, just take what you want and leave", her otherwise melodic, seductive voice almost broke, the threat of tears imminent.

Adrenaline was running through her veins making every nerve fibre in her body burn with aliveness, but there was nowhere to run and certainly no way to fight this huge menace of a man. He must have been over 6 foot tall, restraining her whole body with one of his hands without any visible effort. He was certainly strong, she could only hope he would be open to reason.

Tommy smirked to himself first, and then laughed out loud above her. "Oh I will definitely be taking what I want," he explained coldly, drawing the blade of the knife down from her throat to her shoulder, and then across the swell of her heaving breasts towards her abundant cleavage.

"And I will leave when I've gotten it," he said.

With that he dug the point of the blade into her skin at her breastbone, just enough to make her scared, but not break the skin, and turned it, slid it under her lacy top, and brought the knife upwards and away from her, slicing the garment cleanly and completely exposing her tits to the cool air!

His words greatly unsettled her. There was an undercurrent of something sinister and lusty, a promise of ordeals to come. His laugh directly fed the growing pit of fear in her stomach, threatening to become a full-blown panic attack.

Greta's heart stopped as she felt the sharp point of the blade push against her breastbone. "Please, just dont hurt me. I will do whatever you ask, but please...", her voice faded into a whisper.

When he expertly cut her top off, exposing her tits to the cool night breeze, she took a sharp intake of breath. Instinctively she moved her hands to cover herself. He was playing with her mind, feeding her fear until she was nothing but a helpless quivering mess. What did he need her in this state for? Her exposed breasts and rapidly hardening nipples seemed to be telling a partial story. How could she be getting wet when her life and body was in the hands of a knifewielding psychopath? Clearly her body didnt ask the same questions her mind was...

Tommy stood upright then, to admire his handiwork for a moment as she quivered in fear on the bed. Her tits were, in a word, magnificent. He had seen plenty of girls bare their goods for him in his time running the webcam model business, but this woman was a specimen far superior.

He licked his lips before bending over, grasping the silk sheet at the foot of the bed, and ripping it away, leaving her completely bared to his eyes. Her long shapely legs shone under the moonlight; indeed, her whole body had an almost ethereal glow to it.

His prize. After nearly four years in prison, he was eager and ready to begin his revenge. He tossed the sheet aside and returned his gaze to her.

"Roll over," he ordered her.

His cold eyes were devouring her flesh, leaving her breathless. Greta felt she was being assessed and graded like a prime piece of meat. It was demeaning, his rough, commanding presence so different from her fiancees gentle touch and yet her pussy was dripping with her fragrant juices. How could anyone be both terrified and horny at the same time?

She flinched when he suddenly ripped the sheet off of her now fully naked body. She was now fully exposed to his gaze with nowhere left to hide. Something dark was growing in her, something besides the fear, fed by his lustfilled eyes.

His command's sharp tone startled her. The knife was still touching her, so her compliance was immediate. She moved towards the center of her kingsize bed, waiting for what her tormentor would require of her next...

Tommy watched as she obediently rolled over, into the middle of the bed. His greedy eyes soaked in the sight of her luscious derriere, round and full, firm and thick in exactly the way he had fantasized about for years while locked behind bars. None of the college girls in his cam studio had had an ass quite so perfect. This woman, Greta, was a dark dream fulfilled.

He picked at the fingers of his leather gloves, his gaze never leaving her. "You and me... we're gonna have a lot of fun..." he said, with a sneer. He pulled one of the gloves off his hand, and promptly whipped it across her ass.

"Ass up," he ordered. "Head down." He leaned over then and grasped her hair at the back of her head, and yanked her head sideways. His tongue slithered out and he licked toyingly at her earlobe. "Assume the position."

His words sent shivers along her spine and made his intentions abundantly clear.
His eyes allowed no disobedience. Greta sensed a hardness in him as though life had been rough. Maybe he had found a way to survive by killing the small voice of compassion and conscience that prevents most of us from stepping to far out of line. She somehow knew that he was capable of anything.
"Please dont do this", she pled softly, looking up into his cold, steely eyes. He simply brought the knife a little closer. Greta assumed the position he had asked, pushing her luscious behind upwards, her legs spread and her weight on her forearms, giving him an amazing view of both her tits and ass, her head down on the pillow turned to face him.
"Please, no. You dont need to do this. You dont strike me as a guy who needs to rape women, please, just leave me be. I promise I will never breathe a word to anyone about this".

Tommy smirked as he let go of her long blonde hair and peeled off his other glove, setting them both on the bedside table.

"You're right," he said. "I don't need to. But for you I'm making a special exception."

That's when his hands went to his pants, and he slowly dragged the zipper down, and then slid them off inch by inch, exposing his thick, veiny cock to her view. When his pants had finally come low enough, his meat was released and it rose up stiffly, hardening as his gaze raked over her curvy form, the head just inches from her face. Precum oozed out of the pisshole.

There was something predatory in his voice. Somehow this almost seemed to be personal for him. He was in shape and though plain, his black clothes were well made. Greta's mind spun. What should she do? His behaviour so far suggested that this, whatever this was, was going to happen. Her options went through her mind. She might be able to get one scream out but her house was well insulated and she was certain that his threats hadnt been empty. She could resist him and try to wrestle away. Looking at the sheer size of him, she found that option unlikely.
She could do as she was told, hoping for the best, but considering her suspicion that this was personal she had a feeling that things would not end well for her either way. What could she do?

A farfetched but desperate thought came to her frightened mind. Didnt men often fall asleep after they had come? Maybe she could tire him out and then escape when he was weakened? Her mind ran overtime as she contemplated her strategy. If she was too willing, he would be suspicious. This was a fine line she had to tread and she wasnt sure she had the experience necessary to pull this off. However, this was possibly her only chance to get her life back.

When he dropped his pants and his thick, veiny cock snapped to attention mere inches from her face, Greta almost lost her cool. She certainly wasnt very experienced when it came to sucking cock. She turned her head as much away from his cock as she could, trying to push the last thing she saw, drops of precum forming to a distant corner of her mind.

"I dont even do this with my fiance", she whispered, fearfully casting her eyes on anything but the cock in front of her.

When she turned away from his exposed cock, and muttered something about her fiancee, Tommy started laughing.

He set the knife down on the bedside table and grabbed her hair, getting a grip on her at the back of her head. Roughly, he turned her head back to face him, pulling her bodily across the bed to where he was standing.

"Open your eyes, bitch," he growled, holding her head in place next to his crotch as he grasped his long, thick member at the root, and whipped it hard across her cheek, his precum smearing across her cheek and nose.

He put the knife down for the first time when she showed a bit of defiance. Maybe this was how he wanted to play it? Encouraged, she kept her eyes and her mouth firmly closed holding her breath nervously. How he dealt with her defiance would give her more valuable information about what kind of guy he was and how she could possibly get herself out of this mess.

She could just hope that she was reading the situation right, otherwise there might be hell to pay.

She refused to open her eyes, and so the next time he smacked her across her exposed cheek, it wasn't with his cock, but with the back of his hand! The blow was just vicious enough to draw blood at the corner of her lip.

He grabbed her arm then as he raised up, and twisted it around behind her back. He raised a knee to mount the bed, but brought it down on top of her, at the back of her neck, pinning her down and forcing her face into the pillow.

He got a hold of her other arm then, with his free hand, and none-too-gently wrenched it around behind her back, and with one large, strong hand, was able to hold her wrists together there.

From there, it was a simple thing to pull the sliced nightshirt down her arms and effectively bind her wrists together...

"I don't know why anyone would want to marry you," he snickered, "when you don't listen very well at all."

His knee came off her neck then, and he maneuvered himself so that he was behind her, between her legs. He kept one hand on her bound wrists, but the other grasped and groped at her firm round butt, fingers digging. It didn't take him long to find her exposed slit, and he dragged a finger along her entrance from clit to ass...

So it seems that disobedience would be dealt with swiftly.
Greta had moved beyond the mindnumbing terror into a more strategic survival mode, where fear was still prevalent but not paralysing. She had to know more about her captor if she did indeed want to survive and that meant taking some calculated risks.

The swift smack across her face when she refused to open her eyes stung like hell and she was fairly certain that it broke the sensitive skin of her lips from the slight metallic taste in her mouth. She had never been hit before and it took her a moment to collect herself.

His response to her refusal was harsh but not that of a raving lunatic. This guy may have had military training she thought from the way he dealt with her. All of this information was filed away in her mind as she contemplated her next move.
His knee against her neck was painfully arching her back and the loss of movement made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable. Her options were certainly being reduced greatly. She tested the makeshift restraints and found them frustratingly effective. He had learnt how to make do with very little, was creative if cruel. Maybe he'd learnt that in Prison? Greta shuddered at the thought.

His taunt about her value as a wife grated on her. Did he know geoffrey? Was this really about getting back at him? She wasnt sure. She had to engage him in conversation. She needed to know more about him.

"Is that what you'd like me to do", she whispered softly, allowing her anxiety and nervousness to show a bit in her slightly trembling voice. "Obey your every command without question?". "I had you down for a man, who liked a bit more of a challenge", she added softly.

He stopped her train of thought as his finger found her pussy. There was no way she could deny how aroused she was by this, as her juices were flowing freely, coating his finger as it was travelling from her clit to her ass.
Greta couldnt help the involuntary movement of her hips towards his finger and a low moan escaped her mouth before she could fully hold it in. Her body's response to him was beyond embarrassing. Was she just some crazy, wanton, needy slut, who got all hot and bothered with a rapist in her house? What the fuck was wrong with her?

What his brutality hadnt been able to achieve, her body's unsettling response to him did. She was loosing her cool, fast, her more sexual, instinctive part taking over slowly but surely.

She would resist. She could not let her body surrender like that to someone like him. Her lip trembled and her breath became more rugged with the unexpected, almost tender touch of her slit.

He ignored her words, well aware that she was trying to goad him into making a mistake. He was much more interested in the newly-discovered arousal flowing from Greta's pussy.

"Fascinating," he growled, watching her body move unexpectedly back towards him, instead of away, at his intrusive touch. The moan that fell from her lips was just icing on the cake.

"I do enjoy a good challenge," he continued, his hands grasping her butt cheeks and spreading them now, exposing her pert asshole to his view. He pressed a finger, mercifully already wet with her own arousal, up to her anus and pushed it deep inside her.

"But it seems you are making this far too easy."

This taunt actually hurt. She was making it way too fucking easy. Damn her body and her mind, damn those porn movies she had been watching and furiously masturbating to. Maybe playing with herself whilst she was watching other girls being used and abused created a "groove" in her body, something familiar to latch onto, something she had learnt to connect with arousal.

"Fuck you", she spat back, furious with herself for responding to his touch. When his well lubed finger found her ass, renewed terror set in. He couldnt think to touch her there? Her body immediately tried to get as far away from the finger as possible but it was no use. He was holding her in place, seemingly enjoying her struggle as he pushed one of his fingers into her virgin asshole.

Greta completely lost her cool. Panic took over. "No, please, please not there", she pleaded, her body shaking, desperately trying to get away. Even though it was just a finger, her ass was tight and the invasion if not painful certainly was uncomfortable. "Please take it out", she almost screamed, sobbing. Would it really take so little to break her?

She struggled against the anal intrusion, and that only made Tommy want to dig deeper.

"No," he responded, his finger pushing in even more before he started making a "come hither" motion with it inside her, dragging it along the roof of her anal cavity.

Satisfied with his makeshift restraints on her wrists, he let go and grasped his cock again, guiding it forward towards her dripping pussy. With a flick of his wrist, he smacked the thick head against her clit, and then held it in place and dragged it back along her lips.

The heat, the wetness, was just incredible. It had been far too long since he had enjoyed a woman...

His finger there, moving inside of her ass brought the suppressed panic back full throttle. All rational thought was gone, any strategic thought gone, she just had to get away from this NOW. Greta was struggling in earnest, greatly limited through the surprisingly effective restraints, which had taken the use of her hands out of her control. She was bucking her hips, arching her back and using any part of her that could still move to resist. All of her efforts seemed to make very little impression on her tormentor and his actions. He continued to stroke her ass, largely ignoring her struggle. Exhausted, Greta collapsed, a completely new wave of helplessness and vulnerability washing over her.

She was powerless. Her greatest effort was about as effective against him as an ant trying to move a mountain. She was weak, too weak to keep her own body safe and to keep him away. A dam inside her finally broke and she began to sob, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Her body was betraying her, her most private areas were being invaded and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
"No, please, no", was all she could whisper, over and over and over again, whilst the tears were streaming down her face.

When his hard cock found her little clit, her body startled with the sudden stimulation and a wave of arousal hit her. With a part of him inside her ass, this arousal was beyond confusing and Greta feared she was going mad. When he ran his member along her slit, stimulating her sensitive pussy lips, occasional moans pierced through the sobbing and the whispered pleas of "no".

Tommy snickered behind her as she moaned out in pleasure through her repeated pleas to stop. In fact, everytime she said "no," his cock throbbed with desire and grew ever harder against her.

Really, he was toying with her now, savoring the moment of her eminent violation. His finger in her ass slipped in even further, plumbing her depths, toying with her.

He guided his bulbous cockhead to her slick entrance, and with a little twist of his hips, lodged it within her. He grunted.

"Fuck, you are tight," he growled in pleasure. "That fiancee of yours must have a tiny little dick..."

She could feel his cockhead against her opening and deep inside she knew what was next. He kept playing with her ass, keeping her in suspense, awaiting the inevitable.
Her "Please dont do this", was rudely interrupted by his large cock ramming into her embarrasingly wet and red hot cunt, leaving nothing but a whimpered "Please". This turned to a low howl as his large, veiny, rock-hard cock forcefully hit her cervix as it bottomed out balls-deep.

Greta tried to pull away, but his vicelike grip kept her right where he wanted her, ready to take everything he had to give. She had never been so filled in her life. He was claiming her pussy with his cock, undeniably owning her cunt as he filled her completely. The initial shock, outrage and pain quickly give way to a different feeling, too dark to name.

His grunts and growls sent little bolts of electricity right to the very center of her pussy, making her contract around his thick fuckstick.

Madness was closing in as a tiny part of her felt pleased that he thought her pleasingly tight.

He grunted as he drove into her with that single, powerful thrust, splitting her open and impaling her, balls deep, stretching her terribly. It was divinely awful.

He laughed at her struggle and drove into her again, and when he felt her pussy contract and squeeze around him, her juices flooding out onto his balls, he finally let himself go, let the carnal instinct to fuck take over, and he started pounding his meat into her again and again. He grasped her hips and pulled her violently back onto him with every thrust, easily moving her small, perfectly curvy frame around on his massive fuckstick.

He was relentless. He had no remorse. Her cunt was his now, and he would do with it as he pleased, and right now he was going to fuck her into oblivion...

After that first powerful thrust that had claimed her cunt so completely, he had just paused, holding her in place, helplessly exposed, with no choice but to await whatever his dark mind wanted to do to her.

Her pussy had involuntarily contracted around his cock, and the extra squeezing had brought an appreciative grunt from him, almost as if he was praising her for being such a good little slut for him. Her shame was total. Her body was responding to this man in a way that frightened her. She hated herself for her undeniable wetness, for the weakness of her flesh and for the small part of her that needed this.

A heartwrenching sob escaped her sweet lips as she knew that this was going to happen. There was nothing she could do to stop him, there wasn't even anything she could do to stop her treacherous body from responding to him.

The unfamiliar fullness, the roughness of her posession, the raw power that radiated from every pore of his being called to a dark part within her. She was about to find out exactly what it felt like to have a fantasy become a reality.

There was no gradual build-up. Without warning, he started to really fuck her, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. His strong hands grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruising. With her hands tied, she wasn't going anywhere unless he wanted her to. As he pounded into her tight, sopping wet cunt, he pulled her hips towards him with each stroke, making sure that she took every single inch of his monster. He easily positioned and held her with no regard for her comfort, but simply to make her tiny pussy available to him in the way that would get his fuckstick off best.

He was painfully banging against her cervix with each powerful thrust, making her cry out in pain. Her cries, whimpers and pleas had no effect, except for maybe a further growing and hardening of his cock. Greta had struggled furiously in the beginning, but now her small form was slumped over exhausted, limp like a little ragdoll, only occasionally moving in tune with her hopeless sobs as she was ravaged thoroughly.

His cock was mercilessly pistoning in and out of her cunt, reshaping her around his superior fuckmeat. Defeated, her pussy was starting to open and accomodate him, thereby slowly changing pain towards pleasure.

Whilst Greta had been able to keep her sanity in the face of the pain of her ravishment, the growing pleasure she was beginning to feel at her treatment was now threatening to break her.

She bit her lips hard, balling her fists and tensed her body to hold the moans back that were beginning to form. She channelled this into a continuous mantra of "No, please stop", which she kept repeating, trying to convince her body how much she despised this.

As the fuck continued and she was beginning to lose this battle, with her last congruent thought she prayed: "Please dont let me come like this".

The steady stream of "no please stop" coming from Greta's mouth only spurred Tommy on to fuck her even more harshly. He buried his dick inside her and held it firmly in place, enjoying the way her body writhed beneath him at the intrusion.

Then, carefully, he lifted a leg, and placed his foot flat on the bed, and then did the same with the other. His grip on her hips tightened and he stood on the bed, still impaling her, her head and shoulders all that remained on the bed. Her legs were splayed out lewdly on either side of him.

And then he started humping her that way, driving his cock down into her, fucking her face and shoulders down into the mattress. With her hands bound behind her, she had no way to even try to support herself as he drilled her. His cock throbbed mightily inside her, and he felt her pussy respond in kind with a squeeze as he held himself deep within her, his hips working her back and forth...

She was getting so close. The intensity of his masculine power and this merciless fuck was assaulting her senses. If he continued like this she would cum all over his cock as he raped her, proving herself the submissive wanton slut she seemed to be deep inside.

Mercifully, some deity somewhere seemed to hear her prayer. Her tormentor slowed, changing position, offering her a much needed if small reprieve from her build-up towards orgasm.

As he stood up, Greta was suddenly pushed forward, her head and shoulders sinking into the mattress with no way to steady or support herself. If she had felt helpless before, he had just introduced her to a completely new level of powerlessness. Her blood was rushing to her head, making her feel a bit dizzy and making it almost impossible to think clearly.

It didnt take long for him to pick up the pace again, taking full advantage of the additional momentum that his standing position gave him. His strong arms were holding her hips, her legs were spread, hanging loosely over his muscular arms as he controlled every single aspect of this fuck.

Greta couldnt believe his stamina. Geoffrey would have cum after 5 minutes of mild lovemaking, whereas her tormentor had been drilling her at full throttle for what felt like hours. Her initial plan of wearing him out seemed totally unrealistic. With her last option and her last hope of escape shattered, someting within Greta broke as he continued to forcefully fuck her wet cunt, pushing her violently into the mattress with each powerful thrust. The wave of hopelessness and helplessness was overpowering, throwing her into a deep pool of despair that threatened to swallow her whole. She was losing her mind.

Only one other sensation was there beyond despair..., the building pleasure in her ravished cunt. Somehow she knew that that sensation, no matter how wrong, was life. Her mental and physical resources exhausted, she let go of who she was, letting him and the sensations in her violated body in. She was now one of the women she had been watching in those porn movies. In this moment, "Greta", the woman with hopes and dreams left the building. Now she was only a cunt, an object, a whore designed to get off this powerful man who had invaded her, taken her, claimed her as his prize.
"Please", she whispered.
"Oh my god, please don't stop", she moaned.