The invisible man (closed for asetikish& Niceandbrutal)

Niceandbrutal

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That Benjamin should discover an invisibility spell was sheer dumb luck more than anything else. A fluke, really.

He'd found the grimoire in an old used-bookstore. Having a more than passing interest in all things dark and occult, Benjamin wasted no time in cracking open the book and beginning to read. He read a difficult section out loud, and suddenly his hands disappeared. He waved his hands before his eyes, he felt them move and he felt the air pass them as he moved them. He could see the sleeve of his jacket but not his hands.

He went to a mirror. There before him stood a slightly rumpled suit in need of dry cleaning all by itself. It moved when he moved but he could not see a trace of himself there. He was awestruck. He took his jacket off, revealing a dirty t-shirt underneath. His arms were invisible too! He quickly undressed. He was completely invisible. The possibilities...

After getting his bearings (he was used to seeing his feet as he walked, so that took some practice) he went out into the street. Being a slightly pudgy and not very attractive man, Benjamin had never been a big hit with the ladies. He'd gotten some sympathy fucks in his teens, but those were drying out.

The rest of that day, Benjamin was a terror to all the young pretty women in the town. He started out by licking a brunette on the neck. As she turned around to slap him, he ducked. This caught her off balance and she fell. She wore a short skirt, which gave Benjamin an ample view of her knickers. This aroused him no end.

He grew bolder with the next girl, a pretty blonde. He sneaked up to her from behind and grabbed her boobs and gave them a thorough kneading. The girl screamed and ran when she saw that no-one was around..

Benjamins hunger for feeling up and humiliating girls grew. His next had her miniskirt completely torn off, revealing to all and sundry that she wore no underwear.

His next victim was almost completely naked in a changing booth when Benjamin pushed her out into a busy store.

On and on it went, until he masturbated into the hair of a pretty redhead before he casually tore her clothes off. She actually managed to defend herself, landing a lucky punch on Benjamin's nose. So he fled.

This was fun, but he wasn't satisfied. He needed to plan, to choose one victim he could humiliate and break. Then it struck him. That snooty pretty bitch at work (he of course forgot her name) he'd asked out on a date. Several times.
She always said no, and she didn't even have the common fucking courtesy to look sad when spurning him. She would be his first victim. Early the next morning, Benjamin called in sick before he snuck off to where she lived. He'd followed her home before, very much against her will. As he approached her house, he wondered how he should go about this.

He decided to settle and wait near the front door, and then he would slip inside as she went out.
 
The office had been busier than usual with Benjamin on a sudden leave. Unfortunately, all the paperwork had been dumped onto Payne's desk as if she didn't have enough on her hands already. Payne was going to give him a piece of her mind the next day. Oh, she already had a list of things to say to that irresponsible slob! He was such a waste. He was smart and could accomplish a lot if he put his mind into it. Unfortunately, he seemed to have no intention of doing so. Sighing, she buckled down and rolled up her long sleeves and started working.

Payne had always dressed conservatively, but she couldn't hide her chest size. They weren't massive, but they were quite noticeable and she often caught a few men looking at her chest. Like Benjamin. And he had the nerve to ask her out even when he looked at her that way? He was no different from her boyfriend from 5 years ago. All he wanted to have was sex with her. Well, she ended that. And so ended her sex life as well. Truth to be told, she had been craving for sexual release for quite a while, but work was in the way and she didn't want a one night stand. Her best friend had given her a set of sex toys, but she didn't have time to use them, especially when she was doing her most recent hobby.

The day turned to night until Payne finally finished all her work. Being the last in the office, she turned off everything and headed home, taking the last train trip. She soon reached her home and all she could think of was weaving her rope into several ornaments as she walked up the stairs in her high heels and knee-length pencil skirt. There was something therapeutic and soothing about the exercise and she found herself doing several decors with different kinds of rope and twine.

Closing the door behind her, she tossed her keys in a bowl and hung her purse on a hook in the wall. She hung her coat beside her purse and started unhooking the first few buttons on her blouse. She plopped down on the couch and looked at her array of ropes and then looked at her magazines for inspiration. It was certainly better to be productive than moping about not having sex. At least she was selling her creations and she was getting more orders by the week.
 
Benjamin was too late, she'd already gone to work. He snuck around the house and reconnoitered the house. Looked like a well insulated building with fairly thick walls. Good. Less of a chance to be interrupted by nosy neighbours.
He spent the day stealing food and drink and playing minor harmless pranks on the local inhabitants. He knew that Payne usually left the office late. The chances of her doing so tonight were even greater as she most likely had to take over his share of paperwork. Served her right.

There she was. This was it! He snuck in right behind her. She was apparently oblivious to the fact that he was so very close to her. First order of business was to make sure they were isolated. He hid her key after carefully locking the door. He thought he might have made a noise, but he was unsure whether she'd heard it.

Next point of order was to silence her cellphone. The off-button would suffice for that. There, done! Benjamin already had a raging hardon from the thought of the power he had over Payne. She was a real ballbuster, or Payne-in-the-ass as several colleagues called her behind her back. She would learn to fear Benjamin. He'd put her in her place he decided, his chest and dick beating in rhythm.

The first he needed to do was subdue her. There was no lack of rope around the house, and he selected a fairly thick and suitably long strand of rope he thought he could use for just that.
The house had a wooden floor and try as he might he couldn't always stop it from creaking. He would have to take it slow and keep the rope out of sight as he approached her.

He slowly entered the living room...
 
Payne finally saw a nice ornament in the magazine, oblivious to anything going on around her. She was safe in her home and it was time to relax. There was nothing she should be afraid of and so, she concentrated on her next project. It was a little intricate involving several kinds of twine and rope, but it was certainly doable. She smiled to herself knowing that she could ask for a hefty price on that one, and to think she didn't even use two dollars in making it!

Well that certainly improved her mood!

Going to her line of ropes, she thought for a moment how it would feel like to be tied up with them, helpless under a man's touch. The thought sent a shudder through her. It was not the first time she wondered about something like that, but every time she did, her imagination got wilder and wilder. She licked her lips as the images ran through her head. She felt her pussy tingle as she played in her thoughts. No! Wait. She had to leave those thoughts behind. It was never going to happen, so she might as well focus on what she could do. Meaning her crafts. Damn, what a sorry life she lived! She had no idea how she went on for five years without sex and not go on a rampage.

She took some of the rope and twine she needed and stopped, noticing something. One of her thick ropes was missing. She didn't use it a lot since she often used it for the base, and she was sure there was a lot of it left still. It was certainly still there the night before when she was making the pot. But maybe it just fell and she kicked it somewhere. Goodness knows she was always sleepy when she was done with her work. Likely, she dropped it somewhere and kicked it in a corner or under something. If that was the case, she was just going to have to look for it when she needed it. And right now, she didn't, and she didn't want to spend her time looking for it when she could be productive.

Payne lined up all the things she needed on the table and started studying how to do the pattern, still oblivious to the intruder in the house.
 
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She was apparently absorbed by those handicraft magazines she was reading. Good. Ever so slowly, relishing the quiet before the storm, Benjamin crept around the couch, positioning himself behind her. He sat hunched right behind her, controlling his breath and doing a mental countdown. Then he pounced.

He lunged forward with all the strength and speed he could muster and slung the rope around her neck before starting to pull her backwards off the couch.
Timing was everything, and he'd have to work fast before she overcame the initial shock.
 
One moment, Payne was looking at her magazine in concentration, and the next, she felt her throat constrict. That effectively cut off any scream she would have gotten out of her mouth, but then again, even if she did scream, her thick walls and draperies effectively soundproofed her home. Instead, she choked and gagged as the rope wound tightly around her neck with the force pulling her.

She felt herself yanked up and over her couch as she struggled to claw the rope off her neck. But before she could do anything she felt her back hit the ground knocking the wind out of her lungs. Spots danced in her eyes from both the pain and her circulation being cut off. She was dazed, disoriented and still clawing at the rope on her neck, struggling to breathe.
 
He had to act quickly now. Loosening the rope around her throat, he rolled her over on her back before planting his knee in the small of her back. Using his weight to pin her down, he started forcing her right arm behind her back.
 
Payne coughed breathing in air in large gulps, unable to put up much of a fight as he rolled her over and pinned her. When she got her senses back, it was too late. His knee forced her body down on the floor and her arms were locked behind her.

"Who the fuck is there?" she demanded, her voice hoarse from being constricted.
 
He didn't reply. He concentrated on tying her hands firmly together.
When he was satisfied they were securely tied, he lay across her back, his erect dick rubbing against the small of her back as he bit her in the neck. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to startle her. Then he stood up, avoiding her flailing feet.

He searched for and found rope to tie her feet together as well as a gag. He returned and looked down on Payne, still not saying a word.
 
A wave of fear wracked her body as she struggled to try and break free, but it was useless. Her hands were tied behind her and his weight bore down on her. And...oh shit...he was naked! Somehow, feeling that even through her clothes shot strange sensations to her pussy. For goodness sake! She was going to get raped and she was getting horny about it? What was wrong with her?

"Get off! Get off you son of a--Ack!" She cut off with a yelp as he bit on her neck. For a moment, she froze before she squirmed and kicked as the body moved away.

Payne turned over to face her assailant only to see her ropes hanging in the air. Her eyes went wide unable to scream as shock and disbelief washed over her. Tied as she was, she forced herself up from the floor and ran, heading for the door--only to find it locked and her keys nowhere to be found.

Damn...she was trapped.

But she still kept on moving, despite her heels and her pencil skirt limiting her movements. She had to find a way out, looking for any opening in her house.
 
Fuck! Benjamin hadn't been fast enough to secure her.
He ran after her. Catching up with her wasn't hard, what with her running around in high heels with her hands tied behind her back.
He caught up to her and placed his hand over her mouth while his index finger and thumb on the same hand pinched her nose, rendering her breathless. He then pulled her backwards head first, hoping to unbalance her.
 
Payne tried to scream as something--a hand--clamped over her mouth. She couldn't see it but she knew her attacker was an invisible man and it made everything all the more freakier! She struggled even more when he pinched her nose struggling to find a breathing hole through his hand, finding she could breathe if she inhaled and exhaled hard enough.

But before she could get her bearings, he pulled her head back and she stumbled, flailing to find any purchase as she stumbled unable to hold her balance.
 
Benjamin was on her like a shot, pulling down the stocking on her left leg before removing her left shoe. He pulled the stocking off before proceeding to tie her legs together at the ankles. Now to gag her. He leaned down and whispered to her "Scream and I will hurt you."
 
Everything went by so fast, she couldn't keep up until her ankles were tied and her stocking and shoe was torn off from her.

Her chest was heaving with the effort she had exerted thus far. Oh she knew screaming would do her no good. She growled and took a chance headbutting him. She knew she connected with a part of his head, if the hardness was any indication. Even as her head swam and rang with the effort, she managed to say, "You're a sorry piece of shit. I bet you're doing this because you can't make a whore feel good enough to do you a favor and make your money worthwhile. Ha! You're a useless fuck!"
 
Ow! She was spirited, he'd give her that. He again planted his knee between her shoulder blades and put one of his hands on top of her head, pushing it down. Then he leaned down again and whispered: "Sounds to me like you know a lot about whoring. I guess I'll find out tonight, slut!" He stood up, looking for a gag.
 
Payne exhaled most of the air out of her lungs as he pushed her down to the floor. She growled. Something about that voice was familiar, but she couldn't place where she heard it from. She knew she should know, but she was still confused and a little scared--and if she was honest with herself, she really as getting turned on.

She should have fucked that guy hitting on her in the bar one time, then maybe she wouldn't be giving this rapist the pleasure of knowing he was making her wet.

One thing was sure, she needed him to talk more to remember where she heard his voice from. "Hah! So even whores can't stand your tiny prick and desperate attempts at making them cum. That's why you resort to raping. You really are a sorry piece of shit!"
 
Benjamin returned with a piece of rope suitable for a gag. He heard her latest spiel about whores and decided he'd had enough. He slapped her. Twice. Hard.
Then he sat across her knees and started removing the other shoe and stocking.
 
Payne's vision blurred and her ears rang with his slaps. She felt him removing her stockings and shoes and she struggled, squirming underneath him. She tried to throw him off, but he was too heavy, so she stopped reserving her energy. There could be another opportunity she could use her strength to escape.

"What the hell do you want with me, you sick fuck?"
 
He'd gotten her stocking off when she again started mouthing off. Angered, he ripped her skirt apart and started spanking her ass. No mercy, the blows landed hard and fast.
 
Payne yelped as the first blow came on her pert round ass. As he continued to mercilessly spank her, she couldn't help but gasp and hiss as she felt the pain and the sting. Thankfully, she was still wearing her clothes, so it didn't hurt as much, but it still did and it brought unbidden tears to her eyes even though she wasn't crying. She would never cry in front of someone like him! Her eyes were wet and weeping, but it wasn't the only one. She could feel her pussy get drenched and she screamed at herself mentally. This was rape and she was enjoying it? That was just wrong!

"Stop! Stop! Ow!" She said through gritted teeth. "Oh, please stop!"
 
At the word "please" he stopped. He leaned close to her ear and whispered one word: "Behave." Then he grabbed her by her hair and started pulling her towards her bedroom, knowing full well she'd have a hard time keeping up.
 
Payne couldn't do anything but follow as he pulled her by the hair. Tied by the ankles, she couldn't do anything but hop to follow him, her full breasts bouncing despite the confines of her clothes.

She still felt the searing heat of his hands on her ass and it was spreading like wildfire down her pussy.

And throughout the whole thing, she still couldn't believe that an invisible man straight out from science fiction was in her house assaulting her. It made it all the more impossible for her to report to the police!
 
He pulled her into the bedroom and dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. He moved her bed away from the wall so she couldn't start banging the headboard against the wall, alerting the neighbours. He lifted her to her feet and placed her so she faced the bed.
 
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She landed an the floor with a hiss and glared at a random direction, hoping that the glare was directed at him. He spun her towards the bed and she balked. "You're kidding, right? You expect me to get in there?" She growled and refused to move. He had already assaulted her. She was not going to let him order her around too.
 
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He pushed her across the floor despite her digging her feet in and refusing to move. He finally managed to shove her onto the bed, face first. He was on her immediately and bent her knees as far as he could. Then he used the rope intended as as a gag to tie together the stockings around her ankles and the rope around her hands. She was now trussed up like a slaughtered deer. The position she was in now would be uncomfortable and would hopefully weaken her resolve, though Benjamin doubted it.
 
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