Break and Enter - Closed for electric_touch

Kat's red heels clicked briskly along the pavement, her bright red hair a flaming banner that cascaded down her back and swayed above her ass as she walked. Her iPhone was blaring Nine Inch Nails into her ears, giving her walk the kind of rhythm and purpose that made it a joy to watch. A workman she passed almost drilled through his foot while rubbernecking as she went by. Kat however, was oblivious.

As a senior finance broker a lot of shit landed on her desk that could not be delegated. Keeping her rather hot-headed young male subordinates in line was a full time job in itself, while coordinating the admin girls was like herding cats. She could feel the tension ebb from her as her heels hit the pavement and vowed not to give another thought to the major deal she was working on until Monday morning. When she got home she was going to have a long hot bath and a big glass of wine, before heading out to meet some friends at a local club. Katherine was single, having split from her ex a few months ago. Richard was a barrister and at one point they had talked seriously about moving in together but he wanted a family and Katherine was too dedicated to her career. She had no affinity with or desire for children and at thirty, was content with her choices. She got to spend her leisure time partying or travelling, still had a slim, firm figure, and didn’t spend her life martyring herself to a husband and kids. She realised as she strode to the underground station that it had been seven months since she got laid, perhaps her longest dry spell yet. With broadband and an array of sex toys, the time alone hadn’t even been onerous. It bothered Kat though, that she was so content with her self reliance.

In truth, she had been chatting with a few guys but it was online rather than face to face. She had reconciled with her submissive and masochistic urges and when she met a new guy, it had to be a dominant one. She had so much responsibility at work that the urge to lay it all down and submit was a potent one. Kat knew however that such a man would have to be her equal or superior in all things, dominating from true strength of character rather than making her the whipping bitch for his own insecurities. Such men were apparently rarer than hen’s teeth though and recently she had all but given up hope that such a specimen of manhood even existed. All Katherine knew was that after a lifetime of lacklustre disappointments with modern metrosexuals, she was not prepared to settle for less than her perfect nemesis.

She hustled into the tube station, forced to stand in her tall heels until she fought her way to the sliding doors at her stop. Katherine exited the train and was swept along with the tide of human traffic on auto-pilot. At street level it was a short walk to her smart little terraced town house where she would dock her iPhone for some more chilled out music and run hot water into her claw-footed Victorian bathrub. There was an M&S lasagne indoors with her name on it and as it was the weekend she might go mad and crack open a tub of Ben & Jerrys for dessert. She had plenty of time to get ready before she headed out at 9 o’clock to meet her friends. They were going to load up with a few drinks and then hit a local nightclub.


Katherine Swift had been born to parents who belonged to a sectarian Christian faith that believed the world was about to end. Devout to the point of madness, they believed the world to be in the last days described in the book of Revelation. They confidently expected Armageddon to ensue and for God to smite the wicked on a global scale.

Mr and Mrs Swift home schooled their daughter, in collaboration with some local moms of the same faith. They sought to instil in their daughter the same strict religious values that they strove for themselves. Somehow though, around the time Kat started going through puberty, Mr and Mrs Swift lost their way. They worried constantly about her burgeoning hormones and how she would cope with the various temptations that life would present. Katherine socialised exclusively with people who belonged to her parents' church. When she naturally became curious about the world beyond their congregation, they branded her wilful and wayward. They caught her reading library books which they had not supplied and became anxious about what worldly nonsense she was exposing herself to. Their punishments escalated as she grew older and her curiosity about the world increased. Soon Mr and Mrs Swift had lost sight of what constituted suitable chastisement. They viewed their hormonal, slightly rebellious daughter as inherently wicked.

In time, their extreme measures to force their daughter back onto a 'righteous' path lead to injuries that required them to distance themselves even from their church. In the end it was the intervention of a neighbour calling in social services that saw Katherine removed from her home. Aged thirteen and with zero experience of secular society, Kat found herself in a children's home and attending a local comprehensive.

Kat had nothing in common with her disaffected, kids home peers. As a petite and underdeveloped child she was a natural target for bullies. Many a child would have become utterly demoralised and given up trying to study altogether but Katherine Swift was not most children. She grasped in a way the other couldn't that education was her ticket out of her current personal hell.

Like most older and troubled children, Kat had no hope of being fostered into a family. She found she got all the praise and encouragement she needed however, from academic success. If there was a test or competition of any kind, she aced it. Her determination to study became obsessive and the library became her sanctuary. She arrived as soon as it opened and studied, read or volunteered there until they kicked her out each evening. Kat was way behind her classmates in some subjects because she hadn't covered the same curriculum but maths she had a fluid grasp of and there was a security in working with numbers that she just didn't get from classes like history and geography. As she grew older she leaned more heavily towards maths, sciences and business.

She graduated with a first class degree in Business and Finance and was promptly snapped up by Miller and Whitlock, a prestigious finance broking firm that worked exclusively with corporate property acquisitions. While her fellow junior associates worked hard and played hard, her quiet determination soon got her noticed for all the right reasons. Katherine even went to assertiveness classes, in order to start putting herself forward as a man would do without getting perceived as bitchy. Her hard work and fluid grasp of business finance meant that she soon outclassed her colleagues and she moved up the corporate ladder with ruthless efficiency.

Now she was thirty and already a department head, commanding 5 senior brokers, 20 brokers and some thirty associates and administrative staff. She had a plush corner office overlooking a rare bit of London greenery. It boasted an antique desk in walnut and two low slung sofas and a coffee table as a private meeting space. By all accounts Katherine Swift had really made something of herself but the truth was that rather than opting to go into a male dominated arena like finance through choice, she simply didn't know how to do anything else.

In its way, her life now was as austere as her childhood had been. She still had knee-jerk guilt when it came to materialism and adult relationships, even though she had long since ceased believing in God. Katherine was on a very generous salary now, with commission and bonuses added to that but though she lived comfortably, she spent very little of what she earned. Her money was out in the business sector, breeding even more money but she wouldn't spend that either. She told herself she had all manner of plans for the cash but she had done nothing of note with it since buying and furnishing her house.


Kat reached her street and began rummaging in her bag for her keys as she walked. Trent Reznor was crooning seductively into her ears about hurt. Katherine turned through her wrought iron front gate and climbed the worn stone steps to her front door.

Kat was too shocked even to cry out as her body was shoved forwards, crashing to the hardwood floor and smashing her wrist as she landed heavily. The white headphones fell from her ears and she flinched as the door slammed shut behind her assailant. Even without her ridiculous heels she would never have scrambled to her feet before the huge, dirty hands grabbed her hair and descended over her mouth.

"Do you live here alone?"

For a split second she debated lying but it would take no time at all for him to ascertain that she was single. He had her in too tight a grip for her to nod or speak. Kat mumbled against his fingers but the silence in the house spoke for itself. She offered him her expensive handbag, which held about £50 in cash along with her iPhone. He showed no interest in it whatsoever, which was a very bad sign.

He pulled her to her feet and without his strong grip on her Kat would never have balanced on her heels or persuaded her knees to lock. The wall struck her hard in the chest, her hands rising automatically to protect her face. She struggled hard as he pressed against her, the bulge in his grimy jeans jabbing into her tiny ass. The smell of him was overwhelming; stale booze, tobacco and the funk of a man in dirty clothes who needed a shower. His lips found her sensitive ear and the shudder that went through her when his deep, gruff voice rumbled into it made Kat flinch with self revulsion as though he had hit her.

"Let's have some fun."

She couldn't believe that she was even slightly conflicted. Kat had masturbated countless times to fantasies of being hurt, humiliated and raped. The porn she watched depicted rough sex, choking, humiliation, gang scenes and light violence. In her fantasies however, the men who attacked her were handsome, clean shaven and shower fresh. This man was a filthy vagrant, probably a drug addict with every communicable disease under the sun. She did not want to even begin to contemplate the state his vile, smelly cock must be in.

This was not fantasy.

This was rape. Actual rape.

The powerlessness she felt at the hands of his stronger physique wasn't arousing, nor was knowing that he intended to rape her, right here in her own home where she should be able to feel safe. Her mind raged with indignation at his violent intrusion on her civil liberties. She had grafted her ass off for everything she she owned, when by rights she should have become a bleak statistic of child abuse; dysfunctional and impoverished.

Her mind was very clear on all these points but Kat's conscious, rational mind was no longer in the driving seat. Her primal fight-or-flight reflexes had taken command of the situation, making her struggle and writhe against the man pressing her against the wall and grinding lewdly against her ass even though it was pointless and arousing him further. So when he snarled malevolently into her ear Kat's conscious mind was in no position to inform her adrenaline charged body that this was not a man she was attracted to or wanted to have sex with. A jolt of pure lust shot down her spine. It had been so long since she had physical contact of any description with another human being that her body was starved of it.

Kat began to cry silently into his hand, salty tears streaking her make-up down her face as her breath came in hard, pained sobs. They were not the angry tears of a rational woman about to be violated however. They were the helpless tears of self loathing at the excruciating knowledge that she was beginning to get wet at the hands of a filthy, violent and homeless rapist.

The stench that rose when he freed himself was enough to make Kat retch. It was certainly more than enough to dry up any inappropriate signs of arousal. She clung to her revulsion and the pain in her split lip, focusing her mind away from the kind of blind panic that would get her neck snapped by this psycho. Her tiny pale pussy, shaved bald only the night before danced around as she tried to evade his cockhead, her body wracked with shudders so violent that she couldn't have kept still even if he had put a gun to her head.

The tears came harder now that she had been dissuaded from further resistance. Kat sobbed blood and saliva against the cold, hard wall, torn between the urge to fight and the profound desire to end this ordeal as swiftly as possible. She knew there was nothing else she could do now, that she should just comply and hope he was finished quickly.

The terror and humiliation were still affecting her, adrenaline pounding through her veins. Kat's pussy dried up but there was still a latent heat emanating from it, something she could neither control nor comprehend. Her tiny pink nipples were diamond hard against the wall, throbbing in tandem with her fleeting heart and a tug of sensation answered in her loins as she tried and failed to process what was happening to her.

Kat didn't fight and she wouldn't beg for mercy, wouldn't give him that. Bastard was going to rape her whatever she said or did and it was quite clear that he had a thing for beating defenceless women. She set her jaw and tried to still her trembling body, swallowing down on each wave of nausea as it passed.

When this filthy derelict was done she was going to have to bleach her pussy.

Kat couldn't even attempt to think any further than him blowing his load. Hopefully he would just grab a few valuables and flee.

For an undernourished guy, the force with which he slammed her into the wall was incredible. Kat felt like her pelvis would shatter and he was ploughing deep enough to cause her serious pain. After so long without sex his cock felt enormous and there was no doubt that it was the biggest shaft that had ever been crammed into her tiny hole. His cockhead battered her cervix again and again, straining so hard inside her that she was convinced that he would rip through it at any moment. Her abdomen burned with the raw pain of accommodating him.

As she grew moist from his attack he went harder and faster, pistoning in and out of her with ease. His hand groped viciously at her tits, yanking her tiny frame onto every savage thrust. He was so much taller than her that he squatted down, thrusting up and lifting her off of her heels as he fucked her, impaling her on his huge, thick, raping cock, pounding her into the wall. Kat's tiny, slender body was buffeted between him and the wall, pushing back against him just to keep her face from getting smashed in. He pulled her back by her hair and then gripped her throat, easing off for a moment while he got his breath back. Then he shoved Kat forwards and made her face take the brunt of it against the wall, making her see stars. She cried out in pain, high pitched yelps punctuating the punishing pace he was inflicting on her.

Suddenly he yanked himself out of her, his huge hands gripping her and tossing her as he twisted around, sending Kat crashing to the floor, skidding across the polished wood on her hands and knees. When she came to a halt, Kat didn't move, knowing she lacked the strength to try fleeing and too terrified of angering him further to do anything else.

It'll be over soon, he can't keep this up forever.

She told herself, fighting for enough calm to stay put while he stepped towards her, a malevolent grin clearly evident beneath the dirty beard.

Being pinned to the wall had been bad enough but it was so much worse to be unrestrained by him and yet to wait there for him to position himself behind her. Once again he squatted, this time placing his feet squarely either side of her rib cage, in front of her knees. He loomed over her, shifting his weight backwards so he could probe for her pussy with his slick cock. When he slammed into Kat once more, it was with the aid of gravity and his own bodyweight, stabbing so deep into her that she screamed helplessly. He gripped her throat with one huge hand and squeezed, her cry dying in his clenched fist.

Once again his mouth was right by her ear. His voice roughened and deepened by tobacco, liqour and his heightened state of sadistic arousal.

"Shut up bitch"

Her pussy flexed and clamped reflexively in response to that deep male voice, sensation firing from her ear down the side of her throat, down her spine and arrowing into her ravaged hole. He hammered down into her body, forcing her to stay silent while he ripped her apart, getting faster and harder. Kat felt him pulse inside her and knew he was close. Her body screamed for air but she ignored it, desperately wanting him to be finished.

He growled as he came, white hot liquid erupting from his filthy cock. Kat closed her bulging eyes in silent resignation and hoped fervently that he didn't have HIV or hepatitis. She was gasping air into her lungs when he punched her. Kat instinctively covered her head, wondering why he needed to be so violent when she wasn't struggling. She listened, motionless and with her face to the floor as he stood up. The boot to her stomach made Kat curl into a foetal ball, not even able to sob or scream.

She listened to him go through her bag and then gasped in shock as the phone was ripped from the wall. Perhaps he was just going to smash it so he had a head start when he fled the house?

He stepped towards her and she was relieved, expecting him to tell her not to move until he had gone. The cord bit into her slim wrists and ankles as he hogtied her. Kat opened her mouth to beg for mercy, for him to go but the look he shot at her was enough to keep her quiet.

He just doesn't want you to be able to raise the alarm. He'll go soon.

Kat glared up at him as he gripped her chin.

"Dont fucking move or make a sound bitch, I will fucking kill you, as quick as look at you, do you understand? We are far from finished here!"

"I have people coming round." She lied. "You can't stay here. Please just take whatever you want and leave.

"Well Kat, I want you to take off all your clothes, lie down on the bed and put your hands above you, do you understand?"

With those words she was on her shaking legs and running for the door. Being told to put her hands above her head meant she was going to be bound again and once he had her tied once more she was fucked in every conceivable meaning of the word. Kat hadn't bargained for how much longer his stride was however, nor how fast a fervent desire not to go to gaol any time soon made him move. He was on her before she had even yanked the door open, his momentum making the first blow savage as he punched the air out of her lungs, knocking her tiny frame to the floor, her chest heaving pointlessly as he punched her in the face for good measure,splitting her bottom lip and smacking her cheekbone up into her eye socket, or so it felt to Kat as her teeth rattled.

She was too pained and daze to react at all. The bastard simply grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her back to the bed. She tried to pull air into her stricken lungs, capable at that moment of absolutely nothing else. Her body was shaking even before he smacked her hard across the cheek.

"Get up and strip.....NOW!"

Resigned to obeying him, Kat did so as swiftly as her trembling fingers would allow her to, deliberately ensuring that it was the least erotic display possible. Blood dripped from her busted lip onto her pale tits and she was too distraught to care. Finally when she was naked he glared at her to remind her the position she was supposed to be in. Kat lay down and lifted her arms, wrinkling her nose as he leaned over her and bound her wrists, groping her flesh to emphasise the power he held over her.

"I think we are going to have a lot of fun together Kat, I want you to stay quiet while I have a look around and think."

He crammed her thong into her mouth and Kat reflexively tried to turn away as his grimy index and middle fingers plunged deep, poking her sensitive gag reflex and making her panic. He sneered into her wide eyes, utterly pitiless.

"Sshhh, you better be really quiet, or else!"

She watched till he had left the room and even then stared at the doorway as she heard him stomping around her house, rummaging through her things. Anger rose to war with her terror as she lay there powerless while he violated her home, no doubt picking over her possessions like a crow at a corpse.

She shifted at tried to get more comforable but it was futile. Kat ached from head to foot and having her arms above her head soon made her back start protesting. Her inner thighs were bruised and sticky, her legs sticking together as she kept them clamped shut, as though it would prevent him from attacking her again.

Her tears came think and fast once she was on her own, her occluded nose making her breathe noisily through her mouth as salty tears ran down her face to sting her bleeding lip. She became cold too, the chill December air taking effect now that she was lying motionless.

It was the worst thing he could have chosen to play. Kat felt a new sense of violation as she pictured him going through her iPod, her house and her life like the scavenger he was. Nine Inch Nails was a band that really spoke to her masochistic side and she had sent many an hour surfing kinky porn with Trent Reznor crooning or yelling in the background. There was no prize for guessing why he had chosen that particular song either, but it was the next one that started to get to her.

I am the needle in your vein
and I control you
I am the high you can't sustain
and I control you
I am the pusher I'm a whore
and I control you
I am the need you have for more

Kat supposed it was some twisted form of karma, that she had ached so deeply for a dominant sadist and now she had fallen prey to a man who was a total moral vacuum. The loud music prevented her from trying to hear what he was doing, but after a while she heard the shower running in the lull between tracks.

She examined the plastic flex around her wrists and pulled on it. Bastard had obviously been a boy scout for all of five minutes once because the knots wouldn't budge. The cable was biting into her skin now, her hands puffy and purple. She thought about screaming the place down in a last ditch attempt to alert the neighbours but between the music and the shower she didn't know if anyone would hear her. He would though, he would come back and get violent again, maybe even kill her if he thought she'd succeeded in getting someone to call the cops.

By the time he returned her back was aching and her arms were numb. He kicked the door open because his hands were full and dumped a very good Bordeaux down. Kat gasped as he moved the knife into her field of vision, a wickedly sharp carbon steel kitchen blade. It swung above her body as she watched helplessly.

"I have some questions for you before we play corporate whore"

He put the knife down beside her and sat down on the bed. Reflexively she wriggled away from him, unable to cower or block. His hand whipped across her face without warning and she felt her lip bust open once more. Kat lay still, giving him her undivided attention. He raised his hands and she flinched violently, trying to move an elbow defensively in front of her face. He laughed and slammed his hands down onto her tits, groping them painfully hard.

"Im really going to hurt those lumps you call tits Kat, you must be really embarrased to have such a pathetic little girls body, no wonder you have no boyfriend, no guy wants to fuck a pre pubescent teen, they want a fucking woman! Is that why you like girls Kat?, you prefer a girls tongue in your tiny ugly little cunt rather than a mans hard cock?"

He yanked on her nipples, lifting her upper body from the bed by them, twisting viciously. Kat cried out and squirmed, her back arching as she tried to reduce the tension. In her fevered mind plenty of scathing retorts presented themselves to her but kat stayed quiet. She didn't want to piss this lunatic off and it might work in her favour for him to be labouring under a few misapprehensions, though right that second she couldn't see how.

"I know all about you Kat, I have spoken with Gloria, she wont be coming around tonight. I have your body for as long as I want, no cunts going to come and rescue you, isnt that the truth Kat, you have no friends, no cunt cares about you! Where's Mummy & Daddy Kat? Is this their money?" waving his hands around the room..... Or did you suck cock and lick cunt to get where you are, you dirty fucking bankers slut? Is that what it is Kat, are you some dirty old bankers, pedophile fantasy? cant have a real woman so he pays for this pathetic excuse for womanhood"

"My life is none of your fucking business!" She spat.

He started punching her, raining blows on her upper body. Kat could do nothing but lie there and take it, cursing herself for having such a smart fucking mouth. All she had to do to minimise her suffering was lie there and keep her mouth shut but she had let him get to her. Stupid mistake. By the time he stopped hitting her she was winded, tears of pain and suffocation streaming from her eyes. Her rib cage felt like it would shatter, her tits were throbbing with raw pain, her nipples hard and aching... so hard and aching that they caused an automatic response in her pussy.

He walked over to the dresser, Kat's body sagging with relief as he moved away. His cock was semi erect from the thrill of hitting her, something that made Kat want to vomit. He proceeded to go through her clothes, puling out her underwear and laughing at it. He found her vibrator, taunting her for being a lesbian. Kat didn't bother dignifying him with a response. If she attacked him verbally he would lay into her physically, better to keep quiet. She turned her face away from him, about the only defensive movement available to her. He approached the bed again and her head whipped back round to witness him towering over with a pair of stockings in his hand. It took everything she had not to struggle pointlessly against her bonds once more.

"Before I fuck you like an animal, I want your bank details and pin numbers"

He blindfolded her and Kat had never experienced such utter terror. Her body started to tremble erratically, flinching away from him as though he was hitting her again. She screamed, she couldn't help it. The last vestiges of rational thought deserted her and Kat descended into a panicked state of shock, writhing on the bed, screaming. He was going to kill her. She was going to die.

He stepped away again and she heard him swig from the bottle. A hard slap silenced her... mostly. Her screams descended into a low, keening sound, the most pitiful and despairing noise she had ever made. H put the knife to her nipple and she was shaking so convulsively that Kat expected to be lacerated at any moment. It took everything she had to try and still her body.

"Give me all your details or I will turn this knife over, slice you and leave you to bleed, do you understand?"

Right at the moment Kat couldn't have told him her own last name. Her fevered mind flailed about wildly for something to offer him. Kat clenched her fists and gouged her nails into her palms, causing herself pain so that she could focus and think.

He trailed the knife down her body, moving it over her pussy and then pushing it between her sore, swollen, ravaged folds. She was so sensitive down there that her stricken body convinced her mind that a sharp blade was pushing against her most vulnerable flesh. Kat's mind suddenly became the most focused it had ever been.

"Do you want me to cut you Kat? Give me your pin number.......last chance, or I will do it"

"The code for my Mastercard is 8713." She stammered.

It was a calculated gamble. The credit card had a limit of £5,000 and no more than £1,000 of debt. If he contented himself with that and surely it would be a fortune to him, Kat could keep his grubby fingers out of her current account and other assets. If she lived through this long enough to go to the police, they would give her a crime number and the bank would repay her the stolen funds.

"Please don't do this." She said as calmly as she could. "You don't have to hurt me."