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All Alone One Night
The window creaked ever so slightly. A small squeak it was as it slid smoothly
up. Such matters were so simple and routine for Jack.
He listened cautiously and waited warily. Absentmindedly he
tugged at his ski mask that hid his chiseled features. Nothing stirred within
the apartment. This was probably the bedroom so had to be very, very careful.
He peered within and scrutinized the area.
There was the looming larger darkness of the bed. An uncertain
form puffed up the sheets. Miscellaneous clothes littered the hardwood floor.
Keeping an eye on the bed Jack crept forward furtively. Once in he recased
the room and stepped ever so lightly towards the bedroom door. There was not
much to see. A bed. A bureau. A bedside table. Lots of empty space.
The floor creaked like a rusty hinge being forced and he adamantly
cursed. The sleeping figure stirred and began to rise in the moon lit shadows
of the bed.
With a harsh damn Jack hurled himself towards the bed and slammed
the wakening body backwards. The bed quaked and bounced in the brief ensuing
tussle. He found a fine firm tit and smiled under his itchy mask. She felt
absolutely delicious! He hoped she was a young nubile wench and not an old
varicosed crone.
"Be quiet bitch!" he snarled. "I'm here to rob
and not to hurt you!" She quieted some except for a persistent little
whimper. Repositioning himself he pressed more of his weight against her back
and shoulders making her kiss her bed sheets with extra frantic desire.
"Please don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want me to
do. Don't hurt me! Please!" She begged in a hoarse and sexy whisper barely
audible from under him. If he had not been so close, she would not have been
heard.
"Then shut up, slut! I already have your body so you cannot
promise me anything I do not possess."
She shut up promptly and respectfully. Jack pulled her hands
behind her and held them within one fist while he flipped her over for a closer
inspection. His free hand slipped under her white nightie top that covered
only her tits and not her belly button. The breasts felt real fine, real good
in his brief but thorough examination. Her nipples had stiffened and she gasped
with his touch and pinch.
She resisted opening her thighs and he knew she needed some
training. Once more she was rotated to repose on her belly with her face chewing
her dainty pillow. Jack squeezed her firm buttocks not able to resist her
most evident charms.
Reaching to the floor he pulled up her discarded clothing. The
striped panties would keep her silent. The panty hose would be useful in tying.
The blouse and skirt would have to be ripped apart, an easy task for his keen
blade always at his side. Being a thoughtful man Jack also kept a supply of
short ropes with him but her clothes were too handy. Besides her housekeeping
style needed improvement and a girl trussed in her own discarded and soiled
attire would serve her as a positive reminder to be neater.
She submitted herself to the ritual of crossed wrists wrapped
with a strip of white cloth. This was a normal prelude for a pretty girl on
a first date with a strong man. She hated eating her panties despite the strange
normalcy of the matter for her. Jack refused her subtle enjoyable protests
and persisted in securing her properly. More cloth bound the panties deep
in her throat. Now she would be quiet and only wiggly while he played. He
cupped quickly a large white breast. She moaned, muffled through her panties.
The panty hose crossed around her smooth belly and sensitive
crotch to a cinch with her wrists and then the left ankle. Jack strung her
up neat and comely. Now her thighs flopped wide with only one free leg. The
right leg posed no threat for Jack and gave her a tiny amount of freedom to
respond to his leisurely exploration. He pinched and molested her vagina forcing
her to squirm. Uncertain what to do she jerked her right leg about sometimes
squeezing his hand and often kicking her mattress and batting at his legs.
Tiring of her foreplay Jack latched the right ankle firmly to
the bottom of her bedpost. She knelt for now on top of her crumpled bed, an
attractive and cuddly slut wearing brief nightie top and bikini panties. Jack
gathered up her sandal high-heels and bra from the floor desiring to complete
the cleanup of her room. Her shoes went on her feet first. Then he attached
her bra around her right ankle as a sort of ornament.
His lovely victim sighed as she tested her strong bonds. She
blinked, shattered by the return of light as Jack checked her out. He had
lucked out onto a blonde in her late teens or early twenties. Large heaving
breasts hid reluctantly behind a transparent nightie. Erect nipples further
tented her nightie top. He whistled appreciatively realizing her superb value.
Her crotch hose rope creased her vagina crack perfectly showing
her sex and titillating her tumescent clitoris. Naturally Jack had risen to
the occasion too from her lusty exertions. "You are too damn good looking
not to fuck, slut. You just wiggle and warm up while I look for some additional
loot."
Tears crept down her cheeks. She sobbed quietly upset at her
easy entrapment. Idly she occupied her time with her crotch by yanking on
her bonds. Life in a big city excited no doubt and for an exquisite maiden
such as herself the excitement was herself. Her knees stayed open now. Her
burglar occasionally touched her thighs and tits as he searched her rooms
Jack located $167.88 in cash as well as a few other items easily
portable and convertible into a few hundred dollars. For his profession his
return satisfied without counting his carnal dessert and appetizing side benefits
to come. Too often the places he raided had too little to rob or too much
to steal as well as too difficult to remove. Often recently he had pondered
getting a partner to help out as a look out and a loot hauler. The partner
could even share the delicate and petite blonde. Jack was a thief but not
greedy. Any slut could relive several men in a given night bed actions.
The captured female watched with dazed excitement on her bed
as he dropped his pants and lurched out of his shoes. His heavy sweater top
remained, as did his ski mask. She quivered gazing at his erect prick knowing
what a girl had to do.
Then he jumped her fast, sucking on her ample tits while groping
her bouncy ass. She strained her anchor rope to the maximum to escape, but
he ripped aside her panties anyway and cut loose her crotch pantyhose bond.
Her bottom oozed, wet and eager for a prick. He slipped within buried to the
balls in the first thrust. Her eyes bugged out in surprise at her quick impalement.
Jack assaulted her writhing body of which there was no doubt of his temptation
or action but her vagina had accommodated him with plenty of natural lubrication.
"Haiii.Ahhhgghh!" she murmured sweetly while on her
back with her stuffed mouth close to his face.
To her further astonishment she moved wildly under him. At first
she assumed her helpfulness came from her bound hands or a desire to get fucked
so he would leave her. Dimly she perceived her own set of internal positive
reactions but denied them as best she could even as he licked her stiff nipples.
Afterwards he cuddled near her delicate, sweet form. She snoozed
and snuggled on her side with her thighs wrapped around his. He goosed her
comely bare ass to which action she moaned pulling at her friendly anchoring
ankle bond and wiggling her anxious fingers behind her. Her gag remained intact
and soaked with the saliva of her recent vehement protests.
He would leave her on her bed with the window open and the lights
on. Her crotch would be rebound and she would be ordered to her old kneeling
position with wide knees. An extra rope on her hair to her ankle in back would
teach her to how to better display her attributes. Her left ankle would continue
to anchor her to her bedpost. Her lecherous display would haunt her as an
ideal for the rest of her life.
Fear would keep her attentive and aware of anyone entering her
bedroom. He could conceive of her arching her back and proudly as well as
involuntarily thrusting her tits forward when a new guest arrived to be amused.
Perhaps someone else would come and violate her body rights
some more. The clock had only struck 1 AM and plenty of hours still existed
for visitors until the dawn and even later. With her waiting wide-eyed and
breathing heavy any male and some females peering within would be humping
her before she could catch a second breath. Perhaps he would return himself
after another apartment or two in his rounds as an early morning wakeup call.
He would have to tell her that to ensure a more enthusiastic response as well
as her paying close attention to proper sexy form when and if he did return.
Imagine her ultimate rescuer surprise. An indignant swarthy
super for the building cursing her silly screwing habits perhaps or a timid
girlfriend wondering why she did not return any calls.
She would remember her raping well. A girl always did when it
occurred in the comfort of her own bed with her foot fastened to the bottom.
Not only would she be neater in the future for unexpected late arrivals but
her window would be left unlatched and unclosed.
