The Intruder Within

THE INTRUDER WITHIN


Looking back on it now, I still find it hard to believe that so mundane an evening could have ended in the shattering of my safe little world.

It started out normal enough. A quiet dinner with Jeff, my main (and only) squeeze, at our favorite little French restaurant. He wanted to come up to my place, but I was tired and begged off. My mistake, as I would later discover. Or was it?

Changing into my favorite little silk negligee, I glanced at the television, but decided my sleep was more important than Letterman this evening. I washed the makeup off, peering back at my blue eyes in the mirror. Yep, I looked tired, and I sighed as I brushed out my long, auburn hair. Wouldn’t do to look even the slightest bit haggard at tomorrow morning’s staff meeting with the sharks.

I lit a candle on the nightstand in my bedroom, taking comfort in its warm glow. Sliding between burgundy satin sheets, I pulled the antique, embroidered coverlet up and snuggled into its warmth. Mmmmmm, sleep, and I drifted gently off into dreamland.

Suddenly, my head was yanked up by the hair, and a large, rough hand covered my mouth and nose. “Don’t make a sound, bitch” he whispered hoarsely, “or you’ll be very, very sorry. Do you understand me?”

I nodded once, my heart pounding up into my throat. My stomach clenched. Oh, God, don’t let me be sick, I thought, and nodded again. “Good little whore” he whispered, and I could imagine his sneer. He threw off the coverlet, and gave a low whistle.

“Nice, what a sweet little ass” he chuckled. A sharp slap across the left cheek made me gasp, and he said “Not a sound, bitch. You know you like it” and another sharp slap resounded through the room, along with a stifled scream from me.

“Okay, that won’t do at all, whore. Shut the fuck up…wait, this should help” he growled. I felt something stuffed into my mouth, then a cloth covered it and was secured behind my head. He wrapped something elastic around my head, covering my eyes…an Ace bandage, probably from my bathroom. I felt it wind around tightly, then he fastened it.

“Lie still, bitch” he said, and I heard him rummaging through my drawers. “Ah, perfect…you’re a sexy little slut, aren't you?” he sneered, and I sensed his return. He drew my wrists together behind me, binding them securely behind my back, and I recognized the sensation of one of my silk stockings, twisted into a rope. He raised my butt high in the air, spreading my knees, and I caught my breath. My thoughts were racing. Oh my God, how did he get in? Fuck, I didn’t lock the deadbolt, shit, idiot!

He squirted cold gel across my ass and pussy, and I flinched. Laughing, he gave my ass two more hard smacks. “Relax, bitch, you might like it” he whispered, and entered me roughly, thrusting his full hardness into my unprepared sex. I screamed in shock, but the sound was muffled by the gag, and he pulled my head roughly back by the hair. “I said shut the fuck UP, bitch” he said, and I felt a leather strap lay across my back. “Another sound and you get this, understand?” and he began thrusting inside me. His hands grabbed my ass as he rocked into me, slower, and I felt myself begin to respond despite my fear.

“Ah, yes, that’s better, slut” he whispered. “You need a good fuck, don’t you?” Okay, I thought, go along with him and maybe I won’t get hurt, and I nodded. His cock felt enormous, stretching me, and I moaned once as he began to move inside me a little faster, long full strokes so deep inside, then out until just the head was inside the ring of my pussy…he held there, and I felt twitches inside before he pumped me full again, and his cock took on an age-old rhythm. My traitorous pussy took on a life of its own as he fucked me, and I was so slick, so close…

“Oh, no, my little slut” he chuckled, “not yet! You will NOT cum until I say, or the strap beats you…or do you want that anyway, whore?” He began exploring my ass with his fingers, first one, then two stretched the tight hole as he continued to thrust inside me, moving faster now. I felt sweat bead on my forehead with the effort not to cum as his fingers began wiggling inside my ass, stretching it further, and I could not stifle the moan as they begun thrusting in time with his cock. He held it open with his other hand, then began spanking me with the rhythm and I felt the first waves of orgasm building.

“Oh, my God, please” I begged through the gag, and he chuckled at my discomfiture as I raised my ass to meet his fingers, needing now. “Begging, my lady?” he teased. “This will slow you down,” and I felt the cold lube again at my asshole, his fingers working it in. Suddenly he withdrew from my cunt and plunged his hardness into my ass, and I screamed at the pain, tears welling out fast. Relentlessly he began pumping, his fingers on my clit, oh my God, the pain…I was sobbing, crying hard, and suddenly the strap came down hard across my back, and again, again. I screamed as his cock continued to pound inside my ass, and then his fingers began striking my clit again, and it happened.

Magic…I was suddenly transported into Nirvana, my mind a blank, pure sensation as he thrust inside me. I felt his fingers inside me, his thumb stroking my clit, his cock still fucking my ass, and electric sparks surrounded it. “NOW, slut, cum for me,:"he growled, and I screamed again as the orgasm began, exploding in a whirling kaleidoscope of pain and pleasure, my ass and pussy throbbing hard as he came inside me, his slickness coating the walls of my ass and dripping down to my sex. On and on, I kept cumming, all over his fingers.

“Your cum is dripping down my wrist,” he whispered, and his hand disappeared inside my pussy, fingers wiggling as I bucked against it, helpless to this aching need. So full now, I could feel his hand inside against his cock in my ass, and the orgasms builtd one inside the next, helpless, free among the stars, my ass and back stinging and feeling so damn ALIVE…Finally the waves subsided, and he withdrew.

“I’ll be back, when you least expect it” he whispered, removing the gag and blindfold. “Keep your eyes closed for at least five minutes” and I lay there, trembling, eyes closed as I heard the door open then softly click shut.

I’ll be waiting.