Home invasion - helpless and bound

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy awoke to the feel of Greta's movements in his arms. She was testing her restraints, and obviously coming to the horrific conclusion that she was still utterly bound. His morning wood had grown stiff against her butt as she wiggled in his grasp.

"Good morning," he growled in her ear, his hands already traveling over her buxom form, molesting her as she lay there. He didn't expect much in an answer from her, as she was still gagged. He groped at her tits, his hands squeezed at her hips and thighs and butt... and then he started kissing on her. Her shoulders, her neck. He could feel her body shudder.

That's when his hand travelled from her butt to the crack of her ass, but bypassed her abused asshole to let his fingers slide along her lips, rubbing along her slit to her clit and back again, a finger slipping in momentarily only to withdraw, and sliding along again, until he felt that slickness develop...

 

[Sensualista]

His low, masculine voice startled her with the casual greeting. Almost as though they were lovers, except for the small fact that she was bound and gagged and he had raped every orifice of her body the previous night.

His strong, tanned hands were now on her body. His touch was neither rough nor tender. It was the touch of a man who knew he didnt have to ask, who confidently took what he wanted, claiming her shapely body as his, toying with his new plaything to amuse himself. His erection was already straining against her rounded and still so sore ass, letting her know he was getting ready to use her again.

Greta's muscles tensed in apprehension. She couldnt go through another day like yesterday. Her body simply couldnt take it. A small sob escaped her lips, the sound mainly stifled by her gag, which was making her jaw ache.
"Please don't hurt me", Greta prayed, feeling herself the helpless prey of a ruthless predator once again.

Her tormentor grabbed her round, full tits, squeezing her nipples and massaging the soft flesh. To Greta's great shame, her nipples started to harden almost instantly. She was beginning to hate her treacherous body, which after everything he'd put her through was still responding to him. His hands squeezed her hips, butt and thighs, each touch first making her flinch as she was expecting pain, her body trembling from the fear of what would happen next.

His kiss on her body, whilst not gentle, was unexpected and added to her confusion. Her terrified mind and battered body was screaming out for some tender care, desperately needing to feel safe again.
His lips along her spine, neck and shoulders made her body shudder and evoked fresh tears, a very vulnerable part of her desperately wanting to lose herself in this almost tenderness and a stronger but extremely weary part trying to resist the temptation.

When his hand travelled along her abused ass and found her slit, Greta gasped. He was behind her, where she couldnt see him. She closed her eyes and for a moment let herself imagine that he was her lover and she was free, offering her mind a mirage of temporary respite. His hand found her clit and started to stroke her slowly, ocassionally dipping a finger into her pussy before continuing his unhurried assault on her senses. Being again so aroused by her rapist was threatening her sanity. Greta let go of reality. He was her lover, playing with her body, turning her on. She was tied up as a game to further her arousal.

Her hips were gently rocking, her body relaxing and her breath quickening, as her arousal grew under his finger. The fragrance of her sex was filling the air, her pussy getting hotter and slicker, the moans behind her gag now clearly discernable as such.

When his huge member found her opening, she was ready for him. Still sore, but ready, her body wanting to be filled. Her hips met his as much as her restraints allowed, her moans getting louder. He felt so good as he was slowly fucking her ravaged pussy, his monster cock stimulating parts of her that none of her previous partners ever had. Greta surrendered to the sensation, letting go of reality as she made love to him, bound gagged and helpless.

 

[The_J0k3R]

He waited to enter her until she was good and wet, and when he did, was quite satisfied to find her moving back against him, her body opening to him. The ruthless rape of the night before would clearly no longer be necessary. His little plaything was pliant and malleable now that he had broken her.

And he found he savored the slow sensations, her pussy grasping at his invading member as he pushed deeply into her. Her body was used to him now, now that he had claimed her. He was well aware yet that her mind would be a far more difficult challenge, but her body's betrayal would help in that aspect.

He grunted in pleasure as he felt her move back against him. She was sensuous, her curves moving in the most delightful ways to take him deeply inside. It didn't take much at all for them to find a rhythm together, as her hips rolled against his, and his hands freely roamed her body.

His voice growled hot in her ear. "You are going to learn to love this," he explained, his hand groping her large breast before moving up and cupping her neck. He gave her a little squeeze there, to remind her of the power he had over her, what he was capable of, before thrusting deeply inside her for a moment, and then pulling out completely.

He rolled her onto her back then, and moved himself so he was between her legs above her. He grabbed her bound hands, and brought them to his cock, wrapping her lithe fingers around his massive member.

"Make me cum, and I'll let you get out of this bed," he said with a smirk.

 

[Sensualista]

Greta was in a fantasy world of her own. Her very well endowed lover was matching her strides, their hips finding a synchronised rhythm that made her shudder as his cock continued to glide in and out of her hot, oh so wet cunt. His hands were caressing her body. He was going to make her come...
When his hand grasped her tit, she sighed contently. She felt so... Posessed by him.

His voice brought her crashing back to reality:
"You are going to learn to love this", he whispered, his hand closing around her throat, squeezing and reminding her of yesterday's ordeal and his complete control over her. The carefully constructed fantasy shattered and reality flooded back. He was not her lover. He was the man who had raped every single hole of her without any trace of mercy. He roughly pistoned all the way into her cunt, hitting her cervix, resting there for a moment to let her feel his complete and total posession of her before pulling out completely. Her body was still worked up, aroused and wanting more, even if her mind screamed to her that her body couldnt be trusted.

He turned her onto her back and moved himself to between her legs, above her. His hands grabbed her bound wrists, placing her soft fingers on his rock-hard cock, Instructing her to make him cum. In the context of yesterday's experience that was almost a lucky break, making Greta comply immediately. She ran her fingers first gently along his length, caressing him sensuously, watching his huge cock twitch in response. Greta then closed her palms around his, still offering only a light grip, stroking him up and down, circling the sensitive head of his cock as best as she could with her hands bound. As his breath got faster, Greta picked up her pace and increased the pressure. She was now getting him off with her small, silky hands, his precum spreading with each stroke, her hands jacking him furiously until he grunted, ready to erupt.

 

[The_J0k3R]

"That's it," he growled. "Jerk that big dick..." Tommy he said to her, watching her as her soft velvety hands worked his cock up and down, faster and faster.

He was leaning over her now, his cock above her crotch, positioned so that when he did cum, it would spray all over her. "I want you to know what it feels like, with your hands, when I cum," he said to her. "You're gonna know how to handle a real cock, and you're gonna get really fucking good at it," he explained to her, that sadistic tone returning as he grunted in pleasure, getting closer and closer.

He held himself up with one hand then, his other returning to her neck. He grabbed her, and squeezed, cutting off her air supply immediately. "Jerk that cock you little slut..." he growled, fully enjoying how she turned quite red in the face...

 

[Sensualista]

Greta was pumping his big cock furiously as she could feel him getting close.

"That's it...Jerk that big dick", he groaned, encouraging her onwards.

When he promised her how good she would get at handling a real cock, his voice changed to something more menacing, making her insides contract in fear. Suddenly her tormentors hand shot up to grab her throat, cutting off her air.

"Jerk that cock you little slut", he groaned as his dick started twitching. Somehow Greta knew that he would only let her breathe again once he had cum. She redoubled her efforts, pumping his cock frantically as hard and as fast as she could whilst the oxygen in her system plummeted. She thought she would suffocate, when he finally erupted with a loud roar, his big load shooting violently out of his monster, covering her, face, tits and tummy with spurts of his thick, potent cream, his hands relaxing around her throat.

Greta choked and coughed as she regained her breath. One thing shocked her more than his careless abuse of her body - the fact that when he had strangled her, the arousal in her body had gone crazy, waves of pleasure washing through her just when she thought she could go no longer. What dark places in her body was he introducing her to?

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy came hard, roaring out his pleasure above her as he sprayed his thick seed all over her, giving her throat one last squeeze before releasing her and collapsing on the bed next to her. He looked over at her, his eyes grazing over her naked, bound, incredibly sexy body. She was covered in gobs of his cum.

He rolled up, onto his knees then, and reached for her head. She flinched, but all he did was unfasten the gag, taking it out. Then he winked at her, and warned: “don’t give me a reason to gag you again.”

He tossed the frayed garment to the floor, but his hand was back on her in the next moment, scooping some of his cum off her belly. His other hand grasped her closest thigh, and he spread her legs wide on the bed, his cum-coated fingers diving to her pussy.

He wasted no time pushing them inside, coating her walls with his seed. Mingling his juices with hers. “Your turn,” he said to her then, his eyes locking with hers. “Scoop up my cum and finger yourself with it.”

 

[Sensualista]

Mercifully he came before she passed out. Greta still shuddered at the mass of cum decorating her body. She had always been a bit grossed out by semen, but he was clearly determined to cure her of this quickly.

It had been strange to feel his huge cock twitch and spasm between her hands as he came. Not unpleasant, except for the hand cutting of her air supply. As he came towards her, his hand reaching out towards her face, she flinched away. When he only removed her gag, she was grateful, gently moving her jaw as much as she could to take care of the ache that had been killing her.

"Don't give me a reason to gag you again", he threatened, Greta nodding quickly and furiously. She wouldnt. When he scooped up some of his own cum from her belly, Greta just managed to surpress a shudder. Would he make her eat it?
Instead,he used his cum-covered finger to rub her pussy. Whatever she thought of cum, it certainly made for a mighty fine lubricant, his fingers slipping easily inside her well-used cunt, making her still horny body feel good.

What a mindfuck he was, always keeping her guessing, unpredictable and mercurial in his moods.

His next words shocked her more than they should have. He wanted her to do what? Finger herself in front of him? Greta blushed furiously. She couldn't do that...

His hard eyes on her warned her of the consequences of disobedience or delay. Greta swallowed and scooped up some cum with her bound finger. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend he wasn't here as her soft fingers found her pussy. She used one hand to pull up the hood of her clit and the other to stroke herself slowly, gently and sensuously. Greta moaned,her hips starting to rock in rhythm to her strokes.

She was teasing herself, slowly getting herself higher and higher to the edge of no return. Her breathing was picking up, her heart racing and her body screaming for release. She opened her eyes to look at him as she got close. His eyes sparkled, his face unreadable. Being watched as she touched herself took her arousal to an unexpected new level. Her hands sped up and one of her fingers found the opening to her pussy, sliding inside, fucking herself slowly as she was playing with her clit.

Her moans were growing in frequency and intensity. Did She really want to cum in front of him? She knew if she held back, he would likely punish her. She didn't want any more punishments. She surrendered to the delicious sensations inside, until with a sharp gasp her pussy contracted, her back arched as waves of her orgasm hit her. Her eyes were glued to his as she came, a small smile on his lips.

"What should I call you", she whispered, not without embarrassment at the show she had just put on for him.

 

[The_J0k3R]

He nodded in approval as he watched her orgasm before him, their eyes locked until she went over the edge with a gasp. Her shuddering, writhing body was certainly a sight to behold. This woman was built for sex. She had the body of a pornographic goddess, and her natural reactions were made to be enjoyed far and wide.

Then she asked what she should call him. The question surprised him, and for a moment, Tommy wasn’t sure how to respond.

“You will call me Sir,” he declared, their eyes still locked for a moment, until he was sure she understood, and then he rolled off the bed and stood, naked. He went to the foot of the bed and unlocked her ankle shackles, and then around to her side, and unfastened the shackles at her wrists.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, nodding towards the attached bathroom...

 

[Sensualista]

"You will call me Sir", he had said, cementing the releative positions they had in this... Situation.
"Sir", Greta hesitantly tried the sound of the unfamilar word in her mouth. It somehow suited him.

When he unshakled her, her limbs free for the first time since he had taken posession of her last night, A wave of relief washed trough her. She immediately went to stretch her sore and tired limbs like a graceful cat, unknowingly displaying her body even more pleasingly as her back arched, her arms lifted and her gorgeous tits jutted further forward.

"Now lets get you cleaned up", he said somewhat hoarsely. Greta couldnt help her smile. A hot shower would simply be so amazing. The wave of joy and gratitude that swept through her frightened her. Was she so broken that the "gift" of a shower was enough to make her happy? Better not to think too much about that.

"Thank you", Greta said, looking up shyly into his steely eyes, "sir", she added softly. When they went to the bathroom, he gestured for her to get into the oversized walk-in shower. Greta didnt have to be told twice. With a very girly squeal of delight, she greeted the hot water splashing against her sore body. She stretched her hands out, feeling the soft cascading water against every inch of her feminine body. Greta saw him standing there, casually leaning against the wall, watching her.
He was strong, toned and tall, possibly even handsome.

Just his eyes, so cold, so dark hinted at the callousness of the man inside. She wondered for a brief moment what had made him so, before returning to the task at hand.

Greta took some of her gardenia scented body wash and let her hands slowly soap up her arms. Under his gaze, her movements became more like a caress, stroking along her arms and neck until both of her hands reached her delicious tits. She applied more bodywash, making sure to foam it up as she lathered her jugs with her small hands, teasing her nipples, which were moving beyond rock hard. Her pussy was pulsing, her breath panting as she touched herself like this, for him.

Her fate was totally in his hands. He had given her some small comforts, together with his custom brutality, when she had given herself to him fully, when she had truly surrendered. Her soapy hand travelled lower along her slim tummy, lingering at the outline of her crotch. One unbelievably long, velvety leg raised, supporting itself against the wall of the shower enclosure as she caressed herself from her heel to her crotch, her eyes never leaving his.

Maybe if she played along as his little whore, he would care enough for her to keep her alive or maybe even let her go? Greta had to work hard to suppress the sudden rush of excitement she felt at the thought of being his whore. Granted, the reality of being at the mercy of a powerful man was rather different to what she had seen in porn, but he did have a strange, dark hold on her body.

Her hands finally found her cumfilled pussy, soaping it gently, as she leaned back against the shower, her back arched, her legs parted, giving him a perfect view of her sex as she washed herself.

Greta's best possible strategy to get out of this alive was to do as he asked and try to please him as much as she possibly could. She had never had to try to please a man before, her stunning looks meaning she had always been hotly pursued. She frankly wasn't quite sure what to do...

"Would you care to join me, sir", Greta asked softly, never ceasing her soft caress of her pussy lips. She wasn't a practiced seductress, but it turned out she was quite the natural...

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy stood there naked, enjoying the show she put on as she cleaned herself. He had no shame, of course, when it came to being naked. He even peed in the toilet while she was showering, relieving himself in front of her with little care for her comfort. He also took the time to examine his surroundings; the bathroom itself was an interior room in the house. There was no window for her to possibly escape from. Good to know.

Watching her certainly helped renew his spent, flaccid cock as it hung down between his legs. The way she soaped up her tits could have been straight out of a porno flick. Some of his best camgirls in his old business hadn’t been nearly that good, and she had no experience in that field to draw upon.

When she started soaping and stroking her pussy, displayed for him, though, was when he finally grasped his cock and started stroking his massive fuckstick as he watched her, working it back to hardness with ease. And when she invited him in, he smirked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied, opening the clear glass door and stepping inside with her.

“Now get down on your knees.”

 

[Sensualista]

Whilst Greta was certainly unimpressed when her tormentor started pissing in front of her, his growing hardness still let her know that her efforts had an effect on him.

She could see his eyes follow her hands with growing hunger, beginning to stroke his cock as she was touching her pussy. Greta was starting to understand what "pussy power", as one of her more crude friends called it, truly was. Whilst she knew that his renewed erection would bring another use or abuse of her body, it also strangely made her feel powerful, lewd and desired.

As he stepped into the shower with her, Greta hoped he would take her pussy again. Not only had she enjoyed him in her that way, it also precluded other, far less pleasurable holes he could use.

When he commanded her to go on her knees, she obliged, her knees trembling.
He was towering in front of her, so strong, so powerful that she felt small, vulnerable and oh so feminine. Her hands found his cock, stroking him as the water of the shower was hitting his back. After a short moment, Greta leaned forward to Kiss the tip of his cock. She licked with the flat of her tongue along his length like an ice cream cone, teasing the sensitive head with steady circles. When she took him into her mouth, she slid her lips along his huge member, her tongue continuing her teasing whilst her mouth began to suck him. Her eyes were closed as she gave herself to him, surrendering to this man to please him and thus ensure her survival.

Her big eyes were now looking up at him, observing the response to her attentions.

 

[The_J0k3R]

The sheer power he had over her, her absolute willingness to do exactly as she was told in that moment, was as intoxicating as any drug he had ever enjoyed. Tommy grunted with pleasure as she worked her tongue and lips over his engorged member, allowing her for the moment to perform for him on her own, without his hands forcing her movements.

“You’re getting better,” he said, smirking as he stood towering over her. “See how much of this cock you can take…” He reached over and grabbed the bar of soap as she continued, scrubbing his body clean, his arms and chest and neck and shoulders. When he finished, he ran one hand through her hair to pull her up off him, their eyes locking. He took her hand and slid the bar of soap into her grasp.

“Clean it for me,” he told her. His tone darkened. “And be careful with my balls.”

 

[Sensualista]

His moans let her know that she was doing something right.

"You're getting better... See how much of this cock you can take...", he grunted.
Greta couldnt help but feel pleased. Her strategy was working in so far that she had more freedom, more comfort and less harsh abuse. She was still a prisoner in her own home and some kind of sex slave to her captor, but this seemed strangely bearable, at least temporarily.

Greta did as he bid, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, gagging as he hit the back of her throat, but keeping him there, increasing her sucking and the play of her tongue. Maybe if she could get used to him there,she might be able to take im deeper eventually?

His hand pulled her off of him and brought her to her feet. He pressed the soap into her hands, commanding her to clean him between his legs. Greta lathered the soap in her hand before she cupped his now full erection with her small hands. She ran her fingers along his member, stroking, caressing and washing him, similarly to how she had washed her own body earlier. The way his cock moved, whenever she circled the sensitive tip was strange but pleasing. In a world where Greta had been stripped of all freedom and powers, any power, even if it was just the power to turn him on, give him a hard on or make him cum was better than nothing, giving her the slightest bit of control to hang onto in the face of the abyss before her.

When he was undeniably clean and rockhard, Greta took the shower head and rinsed him gently. When she replaced the shower head, she however did not let go of his cock, one hand continued to gently caress him, whilst her other arm snaked around this neck, pulling him towards her.

His face was so very close in front of her that she could feel his breath on her face.She leaned back against the shower wall, gently inviting him with gentle pressure to follow. Her hand found his cheek, bringing it towards her, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips as her legs parted for him.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy moaned in pleasure as her small, smooth hands stroked him and cleaned him, carefully, keeping him quite hard in the process. He was not expecting her to continue her manual ministrations after rinsing the soap away, nor did he anticipate her touch drawing him near for a tender kiss.

He kissed her then, deeply, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her in. He realized immediately that this was the one way he had not claimed her. He had used his massive cock to abuse her in ways that would leave her scarred for life. He had planted his seed in her, and he would do so again. But her initiating this kind of tender, almost loving, kiss, was almost shocking.

His tongue plundered her mouth, rolling over hers, taking control of the moment. Was this stockholme syndome setting in? Was she simply giving herself completely to him, for fear of her life if she did otherwise? She was spreading her legs for him, opening herself to him willingly now. By the way she kissed, it almost seemed she was eager to have him inside her again.

A paranoid thought struck him. Was this some kind of trap? His passion increased at the thought, his kiss growing more aggressive, his hands roaming up to grope at her lusciously large tits… and then his cock nestled against her sweet wet heat. His hands went to her ass and he picked her up, pressing her against the wall, and thrust up, hard, into her...

 

[Sensualista]

Greta didn't know what a dangerous route she was travelling on. Bonding with the hostage-taker dramatically increased the chance for survival of the victim but also blurred reality considerably. The more she surrendered, the less resilience she would have and the more dependent she would become on an external source for support and strength. There was noone here but him. Her life or death in his hands, no way out unless he let her go, comfort or agony his to give her.

It was an impossible situation with impossible options. Greta wanted to believe that she was doing this to keep her options open, but the truth was that she needed some connection with the person who held her life in their hands.

It had been instinctive when she had pulled him towards her. She had been tender with him and he had let her. When their lips met in a kiss, it was easy to let reality slip. He was her lover. He could never hurt her, if only she pleased him enough.

He claimed her mouth passionately, one hand finding her tits to massage. Greta's hands were around his neck, pulling him closer to her as she spread her legs for him. When he lifted her effortlessly, supporting her against the shower wall, her body felt weightless and floating. With a strong thrust he took her again, lodging himself hilt deep on his first stroke into her wet, hot pussy. She gasped. He was so fucking big, filling her so completely. Greta's legs enveloped his hips and her eyes closed as she felt him so close, face to face, inside her. He was so strong. In a world that was disintegrating around her, where nothing made sense anymore, his body, his kiss and his cock were the only solid pillars she could find. Her arms surrounded his torso, almost crushing him against her. He was life.

Greta's mind tried to bring her back to knowing that he was her torturer, but she just swatted the thought away, focusing instead on meeting his thrusts with each sultry movement of her hips, pulling him closer into her. Her moans filled the air with each thrust, she was getting close, her hands caressing his back, her legs trying to pull him deeper. Her hand found his cheek as she opened her eyes. She held the gaze as her moans were becoming more desperate. He was going to make her cum again.

"Oh god", her body started to tremble. As he kept pounding her roughly, the tremble grew until she was shaking, her moans loud, her eyes wide on him. When her orgasm hit, it was a tsunami flooding through her defenseless body. Her pussy was convulsing around him, squeezing his cock like a vice as she came hard, her eyes never leaving his. The aftershocks went on for a few minutes, as he continued to ride her, his face showing strain. He was close, her gripping pussy threatening to take him over the edge to join her.