Vernons Curse (open for females)

Lisa yelped when her back hit the bannister and all she could was stand there helplessly as he tied her wrists above her head. She struggled to try and pull them free, but to no avail.

Her house wasn't a large one, and downstairs, off of the hallway there was a living room with a glass coffee table and leather sofa and a kitchen with a marble breakfast bar. It was the living room she knew she had to escape to, as that was the room with the phone in, but at the moment she knew there was little chance.

"Who are you?" The fact the man hadn't spoken was scaring her, was he a mute or just a mad man?
 
Vernon did not answer - he knew he would not be able to say anything that would be sane or comforting. He startet to take off her nightgown, ripping it apart as it would not come of her arms.
 
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Lisa's body quivered as he ripped off her nightgown and she closed her eyes hoping this was just a nightmare, but it wasn't as her night gown was removed leaving her in her silk night dress. it was at times like these that she wished she wore panties at night, knowing that once the nightdress was removed she would be totally bare. And that thought was starting to freak her out.

"You don't have to do this. You can leave now and I won't tell anyone." her voice cajolling, trying to persuade him to leave her be.
 
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Her talking made him feel even more arkward. He did not even feel bad for what he was doing, but alo for not answering her. He took a stripe from her torn nightgown and gagged her, then he used to more stripe to tie her ankles to the bannister, leaving her standing in her blue nightie, her legs slightly spread.
 
Lisa found herself effectively silent, so all she could do was watch him to see what he did.

She tried to pull her leg away from him, as first one then the other were spread apart leaving her vulnerable.

Scared, her breath was more rapid, her chest rising and falling. All she could do was wait and see what he did next to her, and hope that he wouldn't kill her. or even that he would leave her with the dignity of leaving her nightie on.
 
Vernon could not help to touch her breasts. Both his hands shot forward, and he groped and squeezed her enormous breast through the thin silk, wondering what size they were. Hile he kept working her left breast with his right hand, his other hand started to slide up and down her whole body, down to her tights.
 
Oh God! she thought as he began touch her breasts, wishing she were a cup size B and not a DD. She closed her eyes, but that made it worse as all she could do was feel what he was doing to her, so instead she opened her eyes and tried to stare at a spot over his shoulder, or anywhere but at him.

And then he began moving his right hand and she could feel it slide over the thin material and knew that he would feel every curve of her body beneath it.. Any other time it would feel sensous, but not now. She tried to squirm in her bonds and then became a bit more frantic as his hand slid lower and lower.
 
While he kept squeezing her breast hard, his hand finally slided between her legs, and he began to rub and caress her gently. He didn't even have to lift her blue nightskirt, the way she was standing gave him easy access.
 
She wanted to scream 'NO' as his hand caressed her between her legs. She tried to resist the feeling, but knew her body was reacting to him. her nipples hardening beneath his touch and she knew her pussy was beginning to get damp. No, she didn't want to react to him, she shouldn't be reacting to him. She wanted to pull away from his touch. She tried to move her pussy away from him, but couldn't, the bannister stopping her from withdrawing away. Instead he was turning her body on, getting it aroused. At the moment, she hated her body and what this man was doing to her.
 
Vernon felt that his touch aroused her, so he felt better in what he was doing, although his passions made it impossible for him to think clearly. He felt her nipple harding, and he could even see it through the silk, and he started to pinch the nibble through the fabrique. His other hand slided under her nigthie, caressing her pubic hair, then he glided down between her legs again, rubbing his fingers over his pussy. Without really thinking, he pulled his hand away for a moment, then he pushed his digit into her vagina, forcing it in all the way. As he couldn't get it any deeper, he left it there and wiggled his finger, while he pinched her nibbles and squeezed her breast the same time.
 
Lisa tried to think of other things, even her shopping list, but nothing helped, instead this man was playing her body, from her nipple to her pussy. His pinching of her nipple was both slightly painful, yet so very pleasurable, sending signals down her stomach to the most sensitive part of all and that was where his other hand lay, feeling and touching and playing with her.

Her breath quickened as his finger entered her and her body responded and when he wiggled his finger in her, she found that she was trying to ground down on his hand.

She knew that if he continued much longer then she would come, something she was trying to stop, but his finger felt so good, rubbing every now and again against her g spot. Any more fingers and he'd either have her coming like a steam train, or hoping he'd fuck her.
 
Vernon kept his finger inside her, but he moved his other hand up to slide it under the top of her nightie, what was difficult in that position. He tried to push the the strap of her shoulder, which did not work as her arms were tied upwords over her head. Finally he just ripped it off, so that he was able to expose her breast, and he grabbed for it and groped it hard.
 
At first Lisa wondered what he was up to when his hand slid beneath her nightie when suddenly he ripped it exposing her breasts and she could feel the draft from the door on them.

His hand on her breast, had become hard and no longer the pulling at her nipple that had aroused her, though his finger in her pussy still sent quivers through her body. To her the hand felt demanding as he groped it and she could feel his hand on her, no longer protected by the silk, bringing home to her that she was being touched by a stranger. What did he want from her? He hadn't threatened her, no knives or sharp instruments, so maybe he'd just play with her, not even rape her and leave. Lisa clung to the thought and hoped it was right, scared of any other possibility.
 
Vernon kept groping her breast, while he felt getting harder and harder. He could no longer help his urge to see her naked. He pulled his finger out of her and grabbed her nightdress with both hands, and ripped it off in a quick jerk. It teared up in full length, and he could just pull it off from her nude body. He threw it away and gazed at the wonderful sight before him, as she was still tied to the bannister.
 
Whilst she'd worn her nightie, Lisa had felt some control, that maybe everything was going to work out, but now his finger was gone and he'd ripped her clothes off. And with her clothes went any arousal, especially at the way he gazed at her. She tried to shake her head from side to side, she didn't want him to look at her, at least, not like that. She tried to struggle against her bonds, or at least bring her legs together, but he'd done too good a knot. So all she could do was look at him fearfully as she tried to squirm and escape.
 
Once again, he ran both hands all over her body, groping and squeezing her breast, pinching her nipples, and stroking her pubic area, until his fingers found her snatch again, and he invaded her again, this time not as deep, but using two fingers the same time. With his oher he opened her hair and played with it, then he carefully untied her hands from the bannister, but he hold her wrist and tied it again to her other hand, while he kept fingering her. He left the gag on, but her arms were no longer connected to the bannister, but still tied together on her wrist, and raised over her head.
 
Lisa was relieved when her hands were no longer tied to the bannisters, but he wished she could lower them, to hit his hands away from her, or at least to try and cover her nakedness.

She tried to ignore the hand that had invaded her, was making her aroused again, but couldn't, her body quivering with the arousal, knowing that he'd feel it through his hand and the way he was making her wet, her stomach and chest going in and out, in and out as her breathing became heavier. She'd never been played this way before, she wanted release, to cum, but she wasn't there yet.
 
Vernon bowed down, but did not withdraw his fingers, as he loosend the stripes that were holding her feet. As he got up again, still twisting two fingers inside her, her feet were free, but the gag and the tie around her wrists still there. He started to touch her face, while he pushed his two fingers deeper into her.
 
With her feet free, instead of closing her legs she spread them wider,inviting and trying to impale herself even further on his hand, whilst her hands held the bannister just above her head, which had the effect of pushing her breasts out further.

As he touched her face she closed her eyes and lent into his touch.He was arousing her, giving her pleasure, so he couldn't be bad, could he? she thought to herself, enjoying the feelings coursing through her.

Her breaths became moans and audible, though slightly muted, even behind the gag, coming faster and closer together, her nipples standing erect and hard, of their own accord as the muscles in her cunt gripped his hand as tight as they could.

Her hips which had rocked backwards and forwards became more frantic and uncontrolled as her orgasm began it's hold on her. There was no thought in her head, as her hips bucked against his hand in pure almost animalistic reaction.

Her orgasm reached it's creshendo and her body shuddered as wave after wave flooded through her.

Afterwards her breathing was hard with her exertions, her legs feeling like jelly and unable to move. She opened her eyes and gave him a tentatve smile and released her hands from the bannister.

No-one had ever made her cum or orgasm like that before and she owed it all to this man she'd never met before and part of her was afraid he'd go and she'd never feel it again.
 
Vernon managed to smile back, it must have been decades ago when this happened. He pulled his hand out of her, feeling her moisture on his fingers. He had seen the living-room from the corner of his eye. He grabbed her arms and pulled he rin that direction, but he tried not to beharsh. As he steered in that direction, he renembered for a short moment that he could take the gag off now, but he was just to much aroused himself to think of such details. His painful erection distracted him just to much.
 
It felt odd to be downstairs in the house naked, especially with a man still fully clothed, but still, whilst he was clothed, Lisa still felt a certain degree of safety.

He pulled her into the living room. As well as the leather sofa and coffee table, down the other end of the room in an alcove was a dining table and chairs. There was also a writing table with her laptop on it, and a small set of draws containing odds and end. There was also a fire place with a mantlepiece and on it were some unlit candles of various sizes as well as some ornaments.
 
He pulled and pushed her forward toward the leathercoach, and he pushed her head downward into the cushions of it, forcing her in a kneeling position. He let her go and moved back a step. His clothing dissapeared, as he could alter that as a part of the curse, and he was nude behind her, his huge cock freed finally and standing out wide. He didn't want to see her doing this, because he didn't want to frighten her anymore with a supernatural act like this, he grabbed for her upper arms from behind.
 
Lisa wasn't sure what he was doing at first and found herself forced to kneel with her head on the sofa, her hands, still tied beneath her body.


Now she was starting to become worried, did he just want to pleasure her again, or did he have something else in mind?


Then she felt his hands on her arms, effectively pinning her to the sofa.
 
As he had both her upper arms in a tight grip, he lifted her upwards, until she was in a kind of kneeling position on the couch, while she faced the wall, her breasts leaning on the backrest. He grabbed both her breasts from behind, holding her firm by it, and then he entered her. As she was still wet from his fingering, it wasn't to hard for him to penetrate her, even with his size. Not able to control his lust, he drove all the way into her by force, pushing in deep to the limit.
 
Lisa was amazed by his strength as he easily moved her on the sofa, her breasts leaning on the backrest and then she gave a gasp of shock and horror, she could feel his cock sliding into her, her juices allowing him easy access, going deeper and filling her more than any man had.


She wanted to scream and yell no, but the gag muffled her cries, she didn't want this, but she had no choice, as he'd expertly pinned her against the sofa by his body.


Her body was still sensitised from his ministrations in the hall, so though her mind screamed no, her body said yes as her nipples once more hardened to his touch and her pussy welcomed him, even welcoming the force he'd used to enter her.
 
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