The Illusion
of Safety
Monday
He smiled as he
looked through the nylon covering his head, the ripping sound of the tape as he
wound it tightly round the young woman’s body and forced her arms against her
sides. She had been shocked to see him
walk into the front room of the house, masked, armed, smiling as she was forced
to stand up and then feeling the tape holding her wrists together behind her
back. She was casually dressed – a sleeveless
white top, a long mustard coloured skirt with a floral print, sandals with a
single thong between her big and second toe.
“There now – sit
down,” he said as he pulled a seat from the dining table and made her sit on
the leather seat.
“Who are you,”
she whispered as she looked at him through her brown glasses, her blonde hair
pulled back.
“Just relax,
you’ll enjoy this,” the masked man said as he taped her ankles together, and
then walked behind her, rolling up a white bandana that had thin black stripes printed
on it as he did so. “Now open wide, like
a good little girl.”
“No, please,”
she whispered, her words muffled by the cloth band as it was pulled between her
lips, cutting off her pleas as he passed the band round her head and knotted
the ends together at the base of her neck.
He removed the silver and jewelled necklace and placed it in his pocket,
looking at her pleading eyes as he did so – and then he rubbed his chin, before
he stood behind her, his latex gloved hands caressing her chest as she closed her
eyes and felt the kneading of his fingers.
“Nnhhddhhnht…”
“Yes,” he whispered
as he pressed more firmly, hearing her muffled moans as he felt her flesh firming
under his assault, and felt himself responding as well. But he was not going to take her – he had
something else in mind for her.
He moved in front
of her, kneeling down as he folded her skirt up, and then put his hand between her
legs. She was not wearing any panties,
and as his gloved hand felt her clit he felt the dampness, saw the look in her
eyes before she closed them, and then pulled up the stocking mask so that he
could put his head between her legs, kiss and use her tongue to bring her on as
she squirmed round.
Oh she tasted
so sweet as she wriggled round, his tongue slipping past the petals of her sex
as he tasted his juices, and felt her legs closing in on him, holding him as
she thrust froward. It was so wonderful,
and he felt so aroused as he continued to tease her, feeling his grip on him, feeling
the juices sweet on his tongue.
And then it
started to burn, and he tried to pull his head out – only to feel her legs pressing
down on his head, with an unexpected force, trapping him as he felt his tongue
start to burn, saw it smouldering and then slowly shrinking as he screamed.
A scream that
was muffled and silenced as the bones of his skull shattered, his brain
liquified before his body slowly disappeared between her legs, the woman
smiling over the gag as she watched, and then broke free of the tape bindings
as she slowly stood up. Looking round,
she cleared the tape from her body and removed the gag before picking up his
bag and leaving the room, a memory coming to her.
“MHHMMMMM! NHHHHH!!!”
She had to
watch as the man lay on top of her mother, the older woman looking at her over
the tape gag as she was held by the second man, unable to stop him, unable to
do anything.
And then she
watched what happened, heard the choked cry behind her, and she knew…
An hour later,
she had showered, feeling full as she went to her bed…
Wednesday
With her long
blonde hair hanging loose from her head, the large brown glasses framing her
eyes, she could only watch as the man wrapped the rope round her ankles,
forcing them together as she wriggled her toes.
She was wearing a pale blue shift dress, a white bandana with a pale
grey fern pattern printed on it rolled and pulled between her lips before he
had tied it round her head, the band pressing in on her cheeks making her look
a little as if she was emaciated.
“You are a real
beauty, lassie,” the masked man said as he tied the rope off, and then started
to bind her legs together above her knees, just before the hem of her
dress. She just looked at him, her eyes
seeming to sparkle as he tied the ropes off, and went to the large bag he had
taken the ropes form, removed a much longer length and doubled to over before
he passed it round her and forced her arms into her sides, the rope sitting
below her chest.
He saw the way
he was looking at her, and smiled as he bent her legs slightly, running the
length he had used on her upper body down and passing it round the band above her
knees before he secured the ends off.
She could feel the rope holding her wrists together behind her back as
well, so she was immobilised, muffled, helpless…
He looked at
her, and then grabbed her chest, pressing hard as he looked at her. “Do you want me to carry on,” he said
quietly. As she shook her head, he said
“if you want me to stop, you are going to do something for me.”
“Whhttt?” She looked at him as he stood up, the bulge
clear in his pants even before he opened the front of his pants, and she saw
his member.
“Nnhh….”
“Yes,” he said
as she watched her shake her head, “because if you don’t I’ll kill you.”
She stared at
him, and then slowly nodded as he knelt next to her, smiling as he rubbed the
tip of his cock on her lips, smiling as he said “you will enjoy this.” Slowly, she pressed her lips over the tip,
and then as the band was pulled violently from her mouth she put her lips over
it, then pulled back before taking the throbbing organ fully into her mouth.
He sighed as
she ran her tongue over his cock, and looked at him, her eyes starting to seem
as if there was a fire behind them as she sucked on him. He groaned, feeling his body responding to
the attention, and loving the feeling of control he had in this situation.
He was growing
larger in there, the throbbing increasing as she sucked harder, and he felt she
was accepting the situation, joining in.
It was a good feeling – and it would be all the sweeter when he had
given all, and then slowly choked the life out of her. Such a sweet sensation…
Such a…
The sudden
increase in the tension on him took him by surprise, as did the ferocity of her
suck. It was getting painful as he felt
he was about to explode in her, and he said “what are you doing? What are yo…
“NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
She looked
through her glasses as the man violating her screamed, and then slowly seemed
to be sucked into her, shrivelling and shrinking into her before her lips made
a soft pop. She felt the ropes slip down
from her as she stood up, wiping her lips before she smiled and collected his belongings. Again, the memory came back to her.
She watched
as the man threw his head back, and then seemed to shrink as he disappeared,
her mother’s eyes glistening as she watched.
“What… What are you,” she heard the man behind her
say as he let her go, and she turned round, the look of fear clear in his face
as she stared at her mother, and then looked at her.
“Oh my
god… No….”
Friday
“What do you
want?”
The man looked
at her, licking his lips as he said “I want you to do what I tell you to do –
and right now, then means turning round, and putting your hands behind your
back.”
He was tall,
thin, dressed in black and holding a gun – she was thin, blonde, large brown
glasses over her eyes and wearing a coral pink sun dress, the tops of the
capped sleeves pulled down from her shoulders, the material hugging her to just
above her knees. A bead necklace was
round her neck – but as she turned and put her hands behind her, she felt the
rope on her wrists as they were secured tightly together.
Glancing down,
she saw the rope going round her, forcing her upper arms against her sides as
the rope went under her chest.
“You don’t have
to do this to me…”
He pulled the ropes
tighter, making her grunt as the band rubbed under her breasts, and she felt
his hands on her breasts. IT was not a
pleasant feeling, but she was not in a position to do more that say “no…”
“Yes. And you need to be quiet.”
The rolled up
red bandana between her lips was a – familiar feeling, not quite silencing her
or stopping her from saying what she was thinking – just enough to make it
impossible for her attacker to know what she was saying.
“Such a cute
body,” he whispered as he sat her on a chair, and then knelt down, passing rope
around and between her bare ankles and legs to hold them tightly together. He felt he was secure in charge – secure, a
good joke.
The blonde
looked at him as he rubbed his chin, and then stroked her cheek with his
leather gloved hand. “Such a pretty
young thing,” he whispered as she looked into his eyes, “I am going to give you
so much joy.”
“Phlshhhsdhnt…”
“Oh I think I
will,” he whispered as he stroked his hand down her body, seeing the way she
shivered as he did so, and then was shocked as he pulled her off the chair,
making her bend over the seat as her face hit the padded cushion. She could feel him pressing against her,
rubbing against her body – and she could feel the lump growing larger as it
rubbed against her.
Closing her
eyes, she tried to block out what was happening as she felt him pull her skirt
up, her panties down, his fingers stroking her bottom – and then he entered
her, making her grunt in pain and shock as he thrust himself inside.
He started to
move to and fro, thrusting forward as she felt him expanding, throbbing, and
she felt her own body respond, almost glow in anticipation…
“Oh yes – you
are so lucky,” he whispered into her ear as he thrust even further forward, and
she felt her body starting to shake at the throbbing, the pressure, the pain,
the pleasure…
“Oh yes
you… You…” There was then a gurgling sound before she
felt the pressure on her back slowly ease, felt the sustenance as the masked
man gave all he had to her, all he had…
After a few
minutes, the ropes fell from her and she removed her gag, wiping her mouth as
she looked round, sated, happy, doing what she had been told she had to do…
She watched
as her mother stood up from the bed, free from the ropes restraining her, her
eyes blazing as she came over.
“Do not be
afraid, my child,” she said as she stood next to her, “what you have seen is
what we do to those who would defile us.
You are of age now, and I would have told you, prepared you – but it
seems the time has risen already. Watch
– I will do this, as you are not fully of age yet.”
“You demon,”
the man whispered as her mother walked slowly forward, “you are unnatural – get
back…”
“What you
did is the unnatural thing, man,” her mother whispered as she stepped forward,
the man pressing himself up against the wall, “and as such, we do the natural
thing by restoring order.”
She watched
as her mother leaned over, the man screaming as he slowly disappeared, and then
she turned and held her hand out.
“Come, my
daughter – I need to start your education…”
Sunday
Ever since that
day, and her coming of age, she had done what her family had always done. Her blonde hair and looks made her a naturally
attractive woman – and she had had many partners who had shared with her the
pleasure of her love making.
But they had
been the willing ones – the ones who she had allowed to live. The man who was now binding her arms behind her
back was not one of those. She was aware
that her nature made her a magnet for men such as this, but as her mother had
said, this was what was required. How
else could they rid the world of such as these?
He had fair
hair, and had woken her with a hand over her mouth as she lay in her light blue
nightdress. Black silk rope – an unusual choice, soft on her wrists but very strong
as it was used in this manner.
She was not
able to complement him, though – the micropore tape stretched and pressed down
over her mouth was making sure she really could say nothing, as he pushed her
onto the bed, wrapping the rope round one ankle and pulling it to the side as
he secured it to the foot of the bed.
Her other ankle
was secured in the same way, her legs spread apart as he looked at her, and
removed his own pants, the bulge clear in his boxers, and then his cock
standing erect as he took them off. She
shook her head, looking at the lust in his eyes as he knelt between her legs,
feeling the lips on her neck and chest as he rubbed against her between her
legs. And then he just thrust himself
in, as her body griped him, felt the organ swelling and throbbing inside her as
she responded.
He had no idea
of what was about to happen – to him, she was just another woman to have his
way with and then leave her with his mark.
It would be so sweet, so…
It was the
tightening of the grip he felt first, then the swelling of his cock inside her
– and the burning sensation. A burning
sensation that seemed to be spreading over him as he looked at her.
The look of
surprise in his eyes was total as her body started to sweat – and he opened his
mouth in a silent scream as he felt his cock start to disintegrate inside her –
and that feeling was spreading to his crotch now. It was as if he was starting to melt, as he felt
himself been pulled in.
Literally into
her, his mouth still open in the silent scream as his body flowed into her,
disappearing as if it was a liquid flowing in instead of out. At the same time, the sweat on her body was
having the desired effect on the ropes – making them dissolve, a side effect of
the work she did to rid the world of pests such as these.
When he was
gone, she felt full, satisfied – standing up from the bed, she peeled the tape
from her mouth, and smiled as she went to the shower. She would not need to feed again that day –
or for several days, if truth be told.
It had been a
very good week…
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