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Anna
By Carrie Anne
It had been one of those days—a
Friday when everything that could go wrong at the office had gone wrong. The payroll clerk had royally fucked up and
paid everyone a thousand dollar bonus.
It has taken her forever to void out those checks and fire the payroll
clerk. Last time I will hire a man for
position, she thought to herself as she drove home.
Sheer exhaustion kept Anna home that
evening instead of driving over to Biloxi with friends to gamble a little and
eat too much at the buffet. She stripped
and walked to bathroom to run a hot bath.
She sighed as she leaned back in her large tub, the bubbles up to the
edge. She looked down and thought she
looked damned good to be turning 50 next month.
Her stomach was flat, her nipples still pointed up, and she only had a
few lines around her eyes—probably from squinting into the sun at the beach.
She dried off, and slipped on old
silky nightgown. She grabbed another
bottle of water and headed off to bed.
Anna slid into bed. It was an old
four-poster bed that had been in her family for years. She still thanked her lucky stars she was
able to salvage it after Katrina had wiped out her old home at Gulfport. Anna turned MPB on her radio, turned out the
light, and slipped on her sleep mask and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
He watched her sleeping from the
doorway, smiling at the way one leg was outside the covers while the other was
safely under. He pulled his knife out
from it’s his bag of tricks and sat down on the bed. He put his hand on her mouth, and simply
said, “Shhhhhh” and ran the blade of his knife on her arm, letting her know he
was expecting her total obedience.
Anna tried to control her panic and
her breathing. If she was going to get
out of this alive, she had to keep her wits about her. The alarm, she thought to herself, why the
fuck didn’t the alarm go off? And where
was her panic button?
“I want you to sit up slowly,” he
said.
Anna slowly pulled herself to a
sitting position.
“Good girl. Cooperation will make this easier for
you. Now, hands in front of you.”
Anna held her hands out to the
intruder and he quickly put a zip-tie on them.
They were tight, but not too tight.
Anna started crying.
“Now, now,” he said. “Don’t start that.”
He reached between her legs and she
tried to move from him. He reached up
and pinched her left nipple through her gown.
“Settle down, girl. Don’t make
this harder than it has to be.”
“Please,” she whispered. “You will hurt me if you rape me. I…I…I am almost fifty and I have problems
getting wet down there.” She was so
embarrassed and so humiliated she wished the bed would open up and swallow her
up.
He tried pushing a finger into her
pussy, but it didn’t want to go. He
cursed to himself, and then he spied a bottle of lotion on her bedside
table. He squirted some on his middle
finger and told her, “Sit up on your knees, but keep them open wide for me.”
Anna raised herself up, hoping he
was going to let her go but then she felt his hand moving back between her
legs. She started whimpering when she
felt his fingers were slick with something.
Oh, God no, she thought, did he open the drawer in the bedside table and
find the lubricant?
He hesitated for a minute at the
cunt, and then he grinned and went past it and started pushing his wet finger
into her ass.
“ARRRGHHHH! No!
What are you doing?” Anna cried out.
He pulled out his finger and had a
new plan. He worked quickly while
admiring her bed. He tied his rope to
one of the posters, and then said, “I want you to squat close to the headboard,
in the middle.”
Anna struggled to move herself as he
asked, trying to control her tears.
He ran the rope between the zip-tie
around her wrists to the other poster, pulling her closely to the
headboard. He smiled as he watched her
struggle to stay on her feet. This was
one of his favorite ways to fuck—he can kneel behind her squatting and get in
deep.
He picked up the knife again and cut
the straps of her nightgown, then tore it off of her, enjoying her trembling
body.
Anna was sobbing openly now. “Please,” she begged. “Please let me go.”
“Oh, I will pet. But on my time schedule, not yours.”
She shuddered as she heard him
unfasten his belt and unzip his pants.
He stripped quickly. He knew it was probably what would get him
caught one day, but he loved feeling skin against skin. He put the lotion on the bed and crawled
behind her.
“Your tits are beautiful,” he said
as he pinched her nipples hard, rolling her nipples between his fingers, making
her cry out in pain. The sound made his
cock harder, if that was possible.
Regretfully, he released them and set to work. He put a glob of lotion on his finger and
carefully worked it into her asshole. He
repeated the action several times before coating the head of the cock with
it. She begged the entire time, pleading
with him to stop.
He moved into place behind her and
whispered into her ear, “Don’t make me hurt you because you are making too much
noise.” He looked over at the spare
piece of rope, reached for it, and looped it around her neck.
Anna went into complete panic mode …
her bladder released and she pissed on her bed.
He laughed and grabbed her terrycloth robe to soak up the mess and to
cover up wet stain.
“That’s right,” he said. “You are mine and I expect you to obey. I will gag you if you don’t think you can
shut the fuck up. Should I gag you?”
She shook her head no, shaking in
terror.
He got behind her again, applying
more lotion to his cockhead. He reached
down and pulled her ass cheeks apart and started slowly pushing his cock into
her ass. He moaned in pleasure at the
tightness. He loved the feeling of his
cock stretching her sphincter open to admit him into her hotness.
Anna moaned softly, she wanted to
scream out in pain, but she could still feel the rope around her neck.
Slowly but surely, he pushed into
her ass until he bottomed out. “MMMM yes
baby. That is one tight asshole you
have.” He reached around her and started
twisting her nipples again as he would pull the head of his cock almost out,
then thrust it back in…working it in and out.
Anna grunted every time he would
force his cock head back in her; panting in pain but too afraid to cry.
Then the intruder did something
surprising. He moved his right hand down
between her legs, and he started rubbing on her clit. He wanted to see if he could make her
cum. He doubted he could, but he wanted
to distract himself so he didn’t cum too quickly in her ass.
All Anna could think was that the
greasy feeling of the lotion lube was the nastiest feeling she had ever had in
her life. His fingers on her clit
frightened her because she was afraid she would cum and how awful would that
be?
She didn’t realize when she started
pushing back on the cock in her ass, but the rapist did. He grinned as he thought to himself, well,
well this might be a first for me. A
cunt who cums while her ass is being raped.
He rubbed her clit harder and faster now—in time with his thrusts into
her asshole.
“That’s right bitch,” he whispered
in her ear, “cum for me like the cunt you are.”
Anna sobbed as he pinched her left
nipple harder. All she could feel were
the sensations of his hands on her—teasing her and hurting her. It was too intense for her and she was
thought she was either going to faint or, horrors of horrors, have an orgasm.
She heard his intake of breath and
she felt his movement quicken. She was
relieved that he was going to cum and she wasn’t.
“Dammit,” he mumbled to himself as
he tried to hold off long enough to make her cum, but it was no use. He moved his hands and grabbed her hips and
plunged into her ass deeper as he came—shooting rope after rope of hot cum into
her. “Oh fuck yeah, shit!” He gasped for air.
Holy crap, he thought to himself.
That had to be the best fucking orgasm he had ever had in his life.
His cock slowly popped from her ass,
leaving his cum to drip from her onto her pink robe.
He looked at her, the tears soaking
the bottom of her sleep mask, and smiled.
He had a great idea. Someone who
looked like her had to be sexually active and they had to have some type of
vibrator around. He glanced over at her
bedside table, and then slowly pulled open the drawer. There is was, under the new People magazine, one large
vibrator. He pulled it out.
“I have a little treat for you, I
think you will like,” he said. He
flipped the on-switch and Anna cried out when she heard the noise.
“PLEASE NO! DON’T!!!” Anna begged.
He held the vibrator with one hand,
and then reached for the rope around her neck.
He wondered he she had ever indulged in breath play, but figured what
the fuck. He tightened the noose around
her neck as he ran the vibe on her clit.
Anna struggled as she felt the rope
tightening. “Oh God, please no!”
“Shhhhhh!” he said. “Just go with the feelings. I am going to make you cum like you have
never cum before,” as he tightened the rope more.
Anna could feel her air being cut
off, but she could also not ignore the feelings between her legs. Was it possible she could cum as he strangled
her? She humped the vibrator between her
legs. The orgasm hit her as she was
blacking out. As she cried out, he
released the rope around her neck. He
smiled as he watched her twitching body.
He went into her bathroom and took a
quick shower before returning to her room and pulling his clothes back on. She was slumped in her bonds now, no longer
squatting but kneeling. And she was
crying.
He used his knife to cut the rope
that held her up. She fell over in the
bed, still sobbing. “I am leaving
now. The phone in here is unplugged so
you can’t call for help too quick,” he chuckled. “Count to a thousand out loud before you get
up. I may leave right away or I may wait
to see how obedient you are. I wouldn’t
mind using this belt on that cute ass of yours and fucking it again. Only this time, I would have your vibe out so
you could cum with me in you.”
“I will do what you ask. Please don’t hurt me again,” she begged.
He reached down and pinched her
nipple hard…rolling it between his fingers, making her moan.
“Thanks babe…you were one hot
fuck. Maybe I’ll be back again.”
Anna started counting … one, two,
three … she counted to a thousand before she pulled off her sleep mask and ran
into the kitchen and dialed 9-1-1. As
she waited for help, she pulled the sheet around her, rocking back and forth on
her sofa, and thought to herself: will they be able to tell I had an orgasm?
He opened the door to his apartment
and immediately opened a beer. He
wondered how he could arrange to meet Anna in person. He had checked out her house days before
tonight. He knew where she worked, what
she did for fun, who she hung out with—he just hadn’t known that she would be
the best fuck of his life. He sat on his
sofa and thought about how different it would have been if he had just
introduced himself to her at the casino the first time he saw her.
He
lit a joint and took a deep draw and tried to figure out where to go from here
because he had to see her again.