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Shirleystale0, Bondage

It was a miserable weekend. Your husband was away at some kind of tournament, and you two had a fight before he left.
The neighbors were having some kind of a party, and even after you called the police they only partially settled down.

In desperation you took one of those pills the doctor gave you for when you could not sleep.

At 3am you finally drifted off and slept soundly until a noise woke you. You reached over to turn on the light to discover you are tied to the bed. You cannot move you arms or legs. It is still dark out, and you cannot see anything. Then you hear a scraping noise followed by a flash of light. You see the flame moving and as your eyes adjust you recognize a cigar being lit.

Terror fills you. You are alone, tied up, and someone is watching. You hear the sound of puffing on the cigar, and watch the tip glow red, then become dimmer. No word is spoken as the cigar moves toward the bed. You feel someone sitting on the edge, and watch fascinated at the cigar tip moves in the darkness.

A hand touches your bare chest, rough fingers, feeling your flesh harshly. They come across your breast and squeeze it hard. You cry out, and a soft voice says "I wish you hadn’t done that" as a cloth is stuffed into your mouth. Now two hands are pawing your breasts, almost abusing them, while your nipples begin to betray you. He senses this and grasps them squeezing and pulling as they grow to full extension.

Then it stops, and you see the ember of the cigar glow bright again, and watch as it approaches your flesh. As I comes nearer you begin to feel the heat on your tenderness while he moves it in circles. "Stop squirming or I might burn you too soon" he whispers. Panic sets in. He intends to burn you, and there is nothing you can do.

The glow is withdrawn, and moves to his face where he again puffs causing the ember to glow even redder. You watch it return to your breast where it circles your distended nipple, the heat beginning to light a fire elsewhere. It moves to the other breast to begin the same circling leaving the same heat. As it begins to grow dim, you relax because the heat is less.

Again the tip moves to his face, again he puffs until the glow is bright. Now the glowing coal approaches your belly leaving a trail of heat as it works in circles, descending to the place between your legs. The cigar is puffed to life again , although you cannot see it, you can feel it's journey down your thighs, then back up towards your mound.

You hear a hissing sound then begin to smell the acrid stench of hair burning. As the implications of this fill your mind, you feel two fingers roughly thrust into you. The initial assault brings tears to you eyes. Comes a whispered question, or is it an accusation "you like this, don’t you? You are soaking wet!" You violently shake you head no, telling yourself it cant be, while knowing deep inside that you are close to orgasm. As the thrusting continues you try to contain yourself but the more you do so the more the feelings intensify until you cannot help but let the release overwhelm you.

The two fingers withdraw completely, then one is thrust back in. He turns on the bedside light and you can finally see your attacker. He is wearing a black suit covering his body from head to toe. Even his head is covered although there are holes for his eyes and mouth. There are zippers on the hood, the chest, and in the crotch.

He lays a hunting knife on your chest. The cold steel causes your muscles to draw and you can sense his smile as he again seats himself next to you. The implications start a screaming in your mind as you imagine all the things he could do with the knife. He picks it up with his gloved hand and rubs the back of it along your skin to your breast. It trails across you breast, over your nipple, which betrays you be expanding even further at the touch. He leans forward and fastens his lips to it at first to suck, then to chew as you give up fighting and begin to squirm. His other hand reaches between your legs, and your mind melts as the object is removed from inside you, and he places it between his lips and puffs it back to life.

He whispers "I am going to take the rag out of your mouth. If you scream I will put it back in and see how you like the heat from the cigar even closer to your skin." He reaches up and yanks out the gag and you begin to beg him to not hurt you.
He begins to whisper again" I am going to put something else in your mouth that I am sure you can handle." He unzips the crotch of the suit and withdraws himself. As he kneels next to your head he lifts the knife with his right hand and points it between your legs. "Just to get this straight, We wont feel any pain, will we?" he threatens.

He grasps you hair and pulls your head forward pressing against you lips which open of their own accord to engulf him stretching your jaws to the fullest. As you begin to fellate this large organ, you feel the cold steel against your center, and take care not to bite or even scratch him. He is pulling your hair even harder as he begins to thrust into you warm mouth as if it were a different cavity. Without warning you begin to choke as he fills your mouth with his man-seed while warning you "Swallow all of it" as you feel the steel again moving against you.

"That was good. Clean it all off" he whispers as he withdraws and dangles himself in front of your lips while he strikes another match and lights another cigar. When it is drawing properly, he holds it to you lips and asks "Want a puff?" to which you shake your head. He laughs, and brings the fiery end close to your face while he threatens "The ancients used to eliminate witnesses by putting a hot poker in front of their eyes until the eyeballs burst."

He reaches for a cloth which as it approaches your chest you notice is saturated with water. He dribbles it across your chest wetting your breasts and nipples before filling your navel. He puffs furiously on the cigar until the tip is a glowing ember. Again you see it approach your nipple, this time grazing it so you may feel the heat while the dampness protects you from serious burns. You are growing even wetter in anticipation of the things he may yet do.

He tires of teasing you with the cigar, and after taking another puff, which he blows in your face, setting off a coughing fit, he puts it out. He lashes your legs together before releasing your legs. He cuffs your hand together over your head and releases your arms. He jerks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and takes you to your rec room, where he dumps you on the floor. He pulls a chair away from the wall, and arranges you over the back while fastening your arms to the arms of the chair. He unlashes your legs and command you to spread them which you do as soon as you feel the cold steel against your back. He uses the knife to part your cheeks, and the tip to explore once more your center.

"You have been a good girl so now you deserve a reward" he whispers as you feel him push against you thrusting harder and harder until he gains entrance to your sopping orifice. A scream escapes your lips as he stretches you and you begin to sob releasing the fear as well as the pain. In response his thrusting increases and the chair starts to scoot across the floor as he ravages you while you contemplate the fact that although he was quick the first time, he would last much longer this time. He reaches around to abuse your nipples, pulling and twisting them in rhythm to his strokes. You feel him swelling and prepare for the inevitable burst as he shoots forth.

To your surprise he withdraws completely, and again begins to press forward, this time against your virgin orifice. You scream for him to stop and suddenly the cold steel is pressed against your throat as he continues to push against your guarded entrance. Realizing the impact of failing to admit him, you try to relax your muscles to feel the head impale you. You bite your lip to fight the scream as the tears stream down your face. He continues to push forward until the head is past the entrance, and unlike you had imagined, the tip was not his largest part. You taste blood from your lip as he begins to move again, this time more violently than he had in your other place.

Your mind goes into total overload as it is filled with feelings of hatred, desire, loathing, longing as you gradually expand to accommodate him. He drops the knife as one had reaches to once more abuse your chest while the other travels to your center to torment you. As a final effort, he withdraws fully, then rapidly skewers you until you feel him slam against your buttocks pushing you against the chair and driving the breath out of you.


You awaken in you bed bathed in perspiration, wrapped tightly in the sheets which are wound around your limbs. You lay there shivering as you recover from the attack you suffered in your nightmare. Your bladder is calling you, so you turn on the lamp at the bedside table. And gasp as you see the remnants of two cigars floating in a plastic cup of water.


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